The music of our city

Written about ww2 and specifically centres around air raid shelters and bombing!

I lie in my bed paying heed to the dead
Recalling what the wireless in the church had said
''This country is now at war with Germany"
On the 3rd September the sad news spread

Windows and doors...cover them up
For the germans are coming and they will not let up
Precautions in place...you just never know
Those bombs will fall upon us like rain, sleet and snow

So Its down to the shelter we all must go
Regardless of age...young or old
Led by the warden...a kerosene lamp leads the way
Being pushed and shoved...the need to pray

Crammed together like prisoners in cuffs
We are led into oblivion
Hearing the cries of mother and child
We follow the sound of their footsteps

When finally we reach the end of our journey
We are greeted by the hungry and the sick
By women crying with outstretched hands
By broken men begging to be fixed

Now the start of the waiting game
The Game which is never fair
Where the Germans win every time
And everything ends in despair

Music begins to fill the air
As people nervously shuffle in their seats
People praying their homes will be spared
Their hearts pumping irregular beats

Finally the time has come...to escape this prison cell
As we walk towards the shards of light we prepare ourselves for hell
Back to reality we must all return to patch up our broken city
Until the next time we hear the music...the music of our city