The din of life everyday
From a distant structure
Maligned by significance
The whirring voice beckons
A dull sound building slowly
As if stirring bees annoyed
Its voice that bellows loudly
It cannot be ignored at all
Even the bones quake then
Viscera quiver ad nauseam
Fear has no bounds near
And shelter grants to surety
The low black clouds above
They reverberate the terror
Amplifying the dread undone
Signaling calamity's coming
This screaming banshee bold
Her horrendous howls aloud
Tis the vanguard of oblivion
Bearing no perishing partiality
What are the cares of the day
That routines become so dull
So life has little value, challenged
When the air raid siren wails