The sound of the raids above,
Is muffled by song…
Sung by mothers
To comfort their young.
Sung by men
To comfort them all…
Folk songs,
Hymns,
Lullabies,
All to strengthen morale…
Morale of the huddled and fretful.
Morale of the young and adolescent.
Morale of the expectant, nurturing and suckling.
Morale of the elderly and infirm…
There is a chapel and a hospital in a cave,
Carved by ancient miners.
There is also places for families to reside
And claim as their own…
Tradesmen, farmers and women's organisations,
Such as the WVS, among others,
Provide us with sustenance, clothes, blankets,
Soap and washing rags.
All that is needed,
With a few luxuries now and then.
All for morale of course…
Yet the most amazing thing of all,
In this city underground,
To my mind at least,
Is light…
Not of candles,
Nor of torches…
Of electricity…
Electric
Light…
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War Poems: Muse to Remember - (By David Hurt)
PoetryPhoto by klickr.co.uk A selection of War Poems, by me, dedicated to the loss of all who met their end, during WWI & WWII. Loss of Civilians, Soldiers and Spies... Here is a sample poem. David Hurt's - Canaries Unsung heroines of war, fraught with...
