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..