This represents new lyrics to an old carol. The reality of war juxtaposed on a serene nativity setting between the Holy Child and His mother. Text:
Luly Lullay
Thou little tiny Child
By by luly lullay.
Thou little tiny Child
By by Luly lullay.
Do you hear the incendiary sound?
Peril rains from checkered sky,
The Fuhrer's rage against the Crown,
On those foreordained to die.
The vile bombardment of sacred spire,
Amid blackness hailing down;
Razed and barfed in unholy fire,
The little, tiny Child within our town.
A sea of mortar, bricks and mud,
Remains of this town twice crucified;
We do resist to bitter blood,
In roaring silence on every side.
All truth is pulp, long gone from view,
But all is stoic, sedate and mild;
Noone will know what Churchill knew,
There is no longer a little, tiny Child!
Luly Lullay
No little tiny Child
By by luly lullay.
No little tiny Child
By by Luly lullay.
Thank you so much. When I first researched the history behind this piece, I had already seen a news documentary claiming that Sir Winston had actually known about the impending assault on Coventry three days prior, but that he purposely kept quiet and failed to evacuate the city because he was afraid to "tip off" the Nazi's that Royal Intelligence had broken the German's code. But alas, as it turns out, the sources are not reliable, and thus the poem is much shorter than originally planned.
studlydoright111 11 months ago