BOMBS OVER LONDON

Under siege
Under no obligation
We surrender
The flask found empty in
The pile of hardened earth
Where our fathers walked
In time of war
As buildings dropped to their beginning
Soot scattered like
Seeds on bread
Hearts opened
In famous child like manners

The loudest voice reached high over the
Smell of disaster
And whirling horns
And children running
Remembering today
That cost of then
Perhaps we still cling
To a melancholy belief
We can all change
What we all saw
Even in the womb
Before the gathering

Should we or could we
Have known
Or as in that amber bottle
Found in
The bricks left swollen
On the streets near Leiscaster
A message of begottenness
A young mind wanders
Through the pages of clip art
Soiled images of faint faces
Unknown people
Huddled in the chaos
Where the smell of powdered ash
Blends into the daily life
Bending the way we see things now
Still no peace in our time
Recollections in an album
Reminders
Nothing has changed
Or can be changed
We are the products
Of ourselves
In shadowed illusions
Quietly dusting the
Broken bricks
Beneath the street
Below

BOMBS OVER LONDON

Jsimone

Va Beach, United States

Artist's Description

History never goes away but comes back in a disguise. The bombs are still dropping over London around the world.

Artwork Comments

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