A bitter poem about a terrible episode in history
|How the people burned.
It was time they learned,
They could not shove people into ovens.
A thousand bombers in a single raid,
A roaring firestorm made.
An opening to hell,
Where satan worked his spell.
No pity for those below,
Satan would surely laugh, and know,
Humanity was only too willing,
To follow satan's plan, his aim fulfilling.
Pathetic human cries, no one even tries,
To save them. Tons of firey bombs,
To put them in silent tombs,
We could only shrug and say,
It did not have to be this way.
So let this lesson stay in their hearts.
This is what happens when grace departs.
But what about the children?
Did they deserve this too?
Their ghosts cry out:
What did WE do?