Air Raid In Manchester--A true Story

Air raid in Manchester

Mom said the war will end soon

but it has three years to go yet.

We are poor there’s ten kids

six boys in the Marines fighting.

The air raids are bad tonight

like the fourth of July

except we are in England

and its raining fire here.

The sound of the Ack Ack guns.

drones of bomber planes

explosions.

Moms got a baby on her breast

trying to sustain life

Whilst the Nazis

are trying to take it away

Why are they picking on us

what the hell did we do?

The cellar is cold and damp

A flagstone floor are its paves

grey and old.

we are huddled under

the concrete steps shored up

by old beams my brother

got from a barn he demolished

before he was put in uniform.

he did not know on that

sunny English summer day

he was saving our lives

but he was alright.

The Bomb did not hit the house

It exploded in mid air

Causing a vacuum that sucked

The bricks into the house

The explosions were terror beyond fear.

They dug us out a few hours later

My dad a veteran of WW1 found us

He was on fire watch in 43

He was frantic I have never seen him

cry not once but tears flowed

down his creased face 

As he lifted my three sisters

and my mom and me safe from the

wreckage of our modest home.

Mom said we have lost everything Frank.

Dad said no love its alright

I have just found everything I need.