Tumbled Bronze
Night fell, it was very
Everyone sleeps
Some will soon be crying
Some never knew what happened
Other horrified by the vision
One cold dark night in March 1943
Young and old, unfortunately dead
A wall that fell on all
Always a sight, but never made a noise
Top crashed right to land
Emergency services in advanced
The players pass the light
Where they can help in this terrible night
Have been excavated and cleaned
They were placed and
Ran and screamed
He searched desperately for the scene
He helped identify the elements found
On the rubble and all papers on the floor
The hope of finding
A man, woman and child,
Alive and well with us in one place was hell
For all those who helped
But all hope is falling
Fearing mourn sad
Leave is about near and far
During the hearing on
Survived the night
Body found drowned all hope
The city of a thud
Near or far from the city and towns
To wring the necks of all our ancestors who have finally found
Better late than never to honor the dead and the brave
And ask them quietly in a mass grave
Now, we celebrate in Sober
Those who rest in their graves
In the sixtieth anniversary when we remember that night
Never knew this would happen
What might or might
In the midst of that terrible night
The bronze plaque is placed
The tragedy is never forgotten ………
Crona Kamppi originally from Ireland. I graduated from an arts college in Ireland with a degree. I emigrated to the United States. Several of my poems have been published through a major publisher in the United States.
