The Gatepost Vol. 10.6: London 1941

"LONDON 1941
The bombs fall over London, over London, over London.
The bombs fall over London, and Death rides in the sky.

Whoever walks in London when silver streaks fly by
Shall hear Death’s whispered calling, and the droning siren’s cry.

The bombs fall over London, over London, over London.
The bombs fall over London, an Empire hears Death's tread.
The bombs fall over London, a nation mourns her dead.

When quiet comes to London, and children play in streets,
The rain shall fall on London, on London.
The rain shall fall on London, the quiet rain and peace.
Barbara A. Egan, ’42."

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