From one war to another

‘Twas a dark and gloomy evening,
That night in ’43,
When me brother and me siblings,
Was sent to see aunty,

We’d ran up the lane,
And round the corner,
We stopped to see a train,
‘Twas carryin’ the soldiers,

The rickety carriages,
Rattled and shook,
There was fiancés to their marriages,
Sedately reading from their books,

There was some who was leaving,
To go far across the seas,
There was some who was grieving,
And some who was bereaved,

Some what was wounded, and some what was injured,
And some with arms or legs broken,
And some what had seen a world,
That would forever leave them shaken,

Suddenly an air-raid siren,
Sounded loud and clear,
Shouted out it’s warnin’;
The planes were pretty near,

Us lot dived down,
In the nearest ditch,
Me brother looked around,
And called Hitler a “B*t*h”

He meant it to the leader,
Of the Nazi Party,
(Me brother was a big reader,
He knew all the latest stories,)

Anyway back to the train,
We was sittin’ there drenched to the bone,
Out in the pouring rain,
And we wanted to go home,
But we was stuck where we was,
Because before our very eyes,
One of those massive bombs,
Dropped out of the skies,

It landed on the carriage,
At the front of the train,
Them fiancés off to their marriages,
Were blown out to meet the rain,

Their charcoaled bodies incinerated,
Few remains was visible,
The ground shook so hard our hands was grated,
Over the ditch and over the gravel,

We saw bodies fly in every direction,
Thirty foot or more,
This wasn’t Hitler’s intention?
He’s not that evil, for sure?

But he must have been,
Because I saw it happen,
And anyone who wasn’t keen,
To ruin lives, would never let that go-ahead,

The screams we heard and the things we saw,
I still face ‘em every night,
In god’s great plan there was a flaw,
‘Cos 61 years later I still have to fight,

Against the terror of a new army,
In a different form,
They may come across as charming,
But our loyalties are torn,

Should we stay with a nation,
That follow like sheep,
And watch our creation,
Drown in air that’s lie deep?

Or should we step into the centre,
Of the line of fire,
Let our opinions enter,
And change these choices dire?

So you young ones, before I go,
Pop my clogs and push up the flowers,
I want to advise you, so you know,
Of these people obsessed with power,

For although I hate to admit,
My time is almost up,
And upon the cards it is ‘writ,
That soon I will follow Jesus up,

And although you don’t deserve,
It, your planet is going to the dogs,
A cruel unlikeness’ to the animals that serve,
Us with such deference, but it should set the cogs,
Turning,

And so, from one war to another,
I begin and end my life,
Above all I feel for others,
Still living in this strife,

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I hope this poem makes sence, I was just trying to capture the feelings of an elderly person who has watched their world crumble right from the start, I\'m grateful for any comments and votes.