Girl With No Future

She moves slowly through the ashes
In a dress once white
With no colour around her
Smoke turning day to night

Holding a small bear
Close to her heart
A toy worn and torn
Her tears begin to start

She moves slowly through the ashes
To where her home once stood
Why was man thinking –
Survive this they could?

That siren late at night
All knew what it meant
All running to hide
Bomb shelters they went

A blast so loud
And a light so bright
Turing all to ashes
And colours to white

So here she stood
Seeing no man or creature
All alone and crying
This girl with no future.