The Blitz
Tenement buildings falling to bits
Victims of precision hits
Sirens wailing, people running
Smoke and darkness, engines gunning
Antiaircraft guns are blazing
Towards the sky the bullets strafing
A distant rumble just like thunder
Another street is torn asunder
Bodies lying on the road
Families left with no abode
Among the rubble pets are lying
Some in shock, others dying
Despite it all a sense of calm
People sing a well known psalm
Thanking God for their survival
Whilst waiting on the Sun's arrival
The spirit of them all unbroken
Words like defeat are never spoken
Courage born of toil and sweat
Pride in everyone you met
A town rebuilt by men of worth
Regarded as the salt of the earth
Rising from the ashen pits
Created by Clydebank blitz..
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