Down in the valley beneath the mist
An angry minor clenched his fist
Dam you, dam you, dam you he cried
He told his friend how his two sons had died
They both got up this morning full of joy
By noon the man was told he has lost his two boys
One just 17 the other 23
He cries I shall see you no more, how can this be
Four others as well got killed two got hurt really bad
He identified the boys with one’s belt, and the others shirt
He told how when the explosion came, he was in his bed
He was awoken by sirens and people gathering at pithead
Fear growing strongly felt sick inside
He put his head on his hands and he cried and cried
He repeated again, he was a sleep in his bed
Someone knocked on his door crying there’s been an explosion
It’s feared lots and lots of dead
He stood there the news spinning in his head
Oh why oh why oh why he cried in vain
Wired my boys gone yet and I remain
His friend so sad and made no reply
Ge wiped the rolling tears from his eyes
The old man told he should’ve been down the bit that day
But he had a bad stomach and it kept him away
Now this old man is due to retire next year
He hates the pit that he once loved so dear
His wife died long ago and now his boys are gone too
What future he has left His whole worlds ruined too
About the Creator
marie381uk
My Name is Marie, I write mainly poetry
I write subjects that I lean towards. No poetry by me, is related to me in any way unless I state it is. I have loved poetry from being 14 years old. Life is a poem grab a pen a tell your story xx
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