The Blitz Poem by Dan McGonagle

Tenement buildings falling to bits

Victims of precision hits

Sirens wailing, people running

Smoke and darkness, engines gunning



Antiaircraft guns are blazing

Towards the sky the bullets strafing

A distant rumble just like thunder

Another street is torn asunder



Bodies lying on the road

Families left with no abode

Among the rubble pets are lying

Some in shock, others dying



Despite it all a sense of calm

People sing a well known psalm

Thanking God for their survival

Whilst waiting on the Sun's arrival



The spirit of them all unbroken

Words like defeat are never spoken

Courage born of toil and sweat

Pride in everyone you met



A town rebuilt by men of worth

Regarded as the salt of the earth

Rising from the ashen pits

Created by the Clydebank blitz