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3rd poem

Here is a poem from the point of view of a child by himself/herself in an Anderson shelter, in London:

Children crying,
My family dying,
And wardens trying,
to save them

I can't smile,
I'm only a child,
I feel so vile,
Because I'm all alone.

I cannot help,
I can't even try,
To help those,
Who help me.

He told me,
They were gone,
And I was the only one,
Who survived

Why wasn't it me?

This one is quite short too.