The Day Hell Paid A visit.
The essence of England on a fitting sunny day,
Was about to be blown away.
Anyone in sight was a target to die, ,
Innocence counted for nothing as ‘pellets of death' fly.
Carnage was done, the Devil had been and gone,
But his hellish act will remain on..
August.1987
poem by Guy Lipmore
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