a poem i did when i was witth vicky
THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD
Lovely spring evening spent in Manchester with my new sweetheart. A few drinks in pubs once full of a blitzed population. On the same streets my dad saw ablaze by Nazi bombs, his son courts his new gal. A kiss is stolen on streets once burning end to end. How many guys and gals didnât make it? Fatherâs legacy passed onto his son. A city in flames Xmas time 1940 a sight a boy should never see but did Manchester in flames.
In his dadâs car Ashton to Oldham what a sight to see, I walked these same streets today with my girl. What if we were under those bombs? An undefended city hit without mercy from the air. She said we are near a terrorist target today, what if? We are alive. As I dance in my club to dark music I think of Vicky. Iâm in a city that was touched by darkness. Fate let a city survive let two people meet. I pray peace for me and Vicky, no war.