THE DARKEST HOUR

He thinks

He can take

Over the world

His imagination

Is psychotically

Fanciful

His

Domineering

Nasty rule

Is an homage

To his

Fascist roots

He tells

His following

Sycophantic

Troops

“We’ve got this

In the bag

How can we lose?”

There are

Bombs

Reducing

Buildings

To rubble

Turning

London’s

Beauty

To hell

On earth

An abyss

When the

Bomb fell

It burst into bits

You’ll get

More than

Hurt if

You’re hit

Whether you’re

An octogenarian

Or kid

It doesn’t

Discriminate

Everywhere

You turn

There’s wreckage

That’s been burnt

From the Blitz

If you’re

A German

You’re not

Innocent

You’ve got

To share

The burden

Of this

You elected

A mercenary

Sick, vile

Twisted person

If he hadn’t

Been born

Would

The world

Had cared

That he lived?

A window’s glass

Becomes shards

Due to lead

Baths

And showers

You yourself

Might be the

Next casualty

Of the

Axis powers

It’s night

Seven minutes

Past the hour

In tunnels

We’re tense

Stressed

With

Bent heads

In masks

We gasp

and cower

In camps

We’re told

To leave

Our friends

And march

Towards

The

Overarching

Tower

To a room

In which

We’re then

Gassed

Such pain

Causes

A wrenched heart

This period

From 1914

To the

Mid-century

Has become

Marked

In calendars

As some of our

Darkest hours

We thought

WWI

Would be

The end

And they label

The French

France

As cowards

But they did

What they

Could

To defend

They played

Their best part

A cruel

Nazi officer

Felt himself

Filled

With an

Intense laugh

At the Jews

Killed by

A venomous gas

Like the

Unfortunate

Sylvia Plath

Who put her

Head in

A stove

Gasping

For breath

Not to say

The

Circumstances

Or deaths

Were even

Remotely similar

But it’s true

Whether

In the past

Or the present

You reap

What you

Sow

An act

Committed 

In the heat

Of the moment

Has lasting effects

As for

The dead

We remember

Them

By planting

Flowers

Millions in fact

And wear

These

As emblems

Poppies

To be precise

As a memoriam

Of these humans

Not just bodies

These were lives

It’s always

Been proven

In the

Scriptures

From the

Prophets

To Jesus Christ

That in such

A dark world

It’s only God

Who can be

The Light