Sunday, October 30, 2005

Blitz

A city on fire
And I know, I know
I must get home
And all those books
Burning, burning

And the air raid sirens wail
And wail and wail
He gave his life to
Protect those books
Attacked by incendiaries
And high explosives

That dark cloud spreading
Across the sky and then the air
Is brimming over with light
And those bombs are let loose
And they fall, they fall

Another wave
Guided by fires already lit,
Beacons to their brothers
And paper burns, paper burns
Precious paper burns
And the train stops
It stops, it stops

We are at the heart
Of this conflagration
While American correspondents
In expensive hotels
Raise their glasses and say,
'The show must go on.'

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