High Noon
5 minutes till high noon.
The bombs will be falling soon.
The blood red sirens wail
While the door’s heavy body moves on its rail.
The future looks as dark as blood
Because radiation will flood.
4 minutes till high noon.
It should have been a warm June.
People running everywhere.
Fright and fear in the air.
There’s no hope anywhere.
3 minutes till high noon.
Everyone’s scared of the big mushroom.
Somewhere there’s a shrill cry
As Death dark body stalks by.
2 minutes till high noon.
We’re all alone in this dark room.
If only we could see the moon.
1 minute till everything falls.
One nuclear bomb could destroy it all.
BOOM!
by the Jumping Jellybeans
Inside
The afternoon breeze,
The chirping birds
Were like freedom to his ears.
The sunlight shone on his face
Like the world had no fears.
The door creaked as he shut it;
The past and the future
Were no more.
All shut behind a metal door.
As he slept that night,
All that was on his mind
Was that his family and friends
Were still outside.
Bang! Crash! Wallop!
Was all he could hear.
He had lost his sanity
And he was consumed by fear.
by the Koalas
Desolation
The cold dark doors shut behind me;
The outer world I can no more see.
This haven of hell;
How long we’re here I cannot tell.
As the word goes out:
“There’s radiation about!”
As death stalks this cave,
Hope is scarce and grave.
The cold, hard beds
Leave people near dead.
The lights go out;
Darkness is about.
Only the chosen must
Rise up from the rubble and dust.
As I stared down the long dark road
I could hear my voice echo … echo … echo …
by the Barons
The Nuclear Bunker in Ahrweiler
Year 8 visited the Government nuclear shelter built in Ahrweiler during the Cold War. It is no longer used for this purpose, but part of the seventeen kilometre tunnel has become a museum showing what life might have been like. Later, each group wrote a poem about their experience or their thoughts.
As the doors creaked open
A gust of wind hit my face
The feeling of isolation when the doors shut behind me
Raced down my spine like rats through the sewer.
As I ran my hands down the concrete walls
They felt rough and cold as ice.
The feeling of crampednesscracked open as I entered my room.
I could see nothing of the outside world.
I was alone.
William Goedbloed, Alex Davis, Alex Grutter, David Wood, Tomas Perversi
I feel selfish.
Millions out there would die.
Why am I so special?
My family, friends and everyone will disappear.
I know I can do this physically
But my soul will shatter like a window.
I see my life;
Happy memories dance around my head.
I taste fear on the tip of my tongue
But I won’t let it overpower me.
I hope someday I’ll come out of here,
And the people I love will be waiting.
I will survive…
Carrie MacNeill, Lucrezia Brunetti, Sara Yousuf, Esther Perez Barreiro,
Megan Kerr, Emilia Hobson
It’s been a week since I last saw Selma.
I miss her rosy cheeks,
I miss her golden hair, her pale blue eyes.
I miss my son’s laugh, as loud as a lion’s roar.
Right now, I feel isolated, alone.
I don’t know how long it will be till I see my friends.
My friend knew a guy
With connections outside in the vineyard.
He brought back wine as red as blood.
The wine was like the blood in my heart
And brought back memories of Selma
And my little boy.
Sasha Davies, Inaz Ismael, Daisy Umelo, Ilse Alfonsi, Natasha Medved,
Mary Anyasodo
Ten seconds were the last moments of the outside world.
Panic and fear was all I could hear,
But guilt was what I felt
As my family flashed before my eyes.
The air was cold
And the corridors old.
Loneliness reached out to me.
I wondered what this new life would be like.
The smell of nothing flew into my nose.
As if a light switch flicked, civilisation disappeared.
Like Newton under a tree I finally realised
Time was running out.
When the doors were sealed
And the paint peeled.
Hannah Bernard-Scott, Houzhe Hu, Sara Hosseini, Tabitha Hammond,
Giorgia Golzio, Zara Saunders, Zarbab Aamir
Scorched Steel
The bunker was holding its breath.
The dot representing the missile came closer
Like a winged creature from hell.
This big grey wall
Protects out home
If it cracks,
Prepare to evac.
The sound of silence is the most powerful.
The sight of three thousand shocked faces
Is the most powerful sight of all.
It was all over. The bunker was old.
Hearts were beating in the cold.
This big grey wall
Protects out home
If it cracks,
Prepare to evac.
No time to evac.
Niels Boender, Paul Dantinne, Boaz Van der Vlugt, Sultan Kazi
No Change
During the time of the Cold War
Bunkers shut you behind steel doors
Cut off from civilisation,
Trapped inside for what felt like all eternity.
Metal deadly cold to the touch,
Fear that you might not survive.
But has much really changed?
Are we really safer?
There are more bombs now than ever.
Regardless of the time and age, people will die due to weapons.
Even if there were no weapons, society would still find ways to be violent
Like a wasp outraged by disturbances in the nest.
One day, there may be no sun smiling down n your face ever again,
Or the sound of friendly laughter.
Just Death.
Charlie Wilson, Julius Grut, Yan Biktogirov, Elliot Stacey
Trapped behind these cast iron doors
Confined within these concrete walls
Where men of 3000 hope and pray.
For the day of peace.
This place created by machine and man
Could be destroyed by man and machine.
The walls glare with menacing eyes.
Whispers of fear echo through hallways.
The doomsday clock inching to twelve.
The smell of sweat dripping off our bodies,
Trapped behind these cast iron doors
Confined within these concrete walls.
Christain Sorensen, Ollie Kendrick, Sawyer Fleming, Alistair King
The Death Trap
They convinced me that outside was the death trap.
But was it?
Glancing back and trying to catch the last ray of sunlight
As I passed through the doors.that looked like a mouth
Getting ready to swallow me whole.
I was engulfed by gloom, all hope gone.
The light started fading to darkness,
Long corridors going on forever as if there was no end.
My finger tips brushed against the thick dust on the curved walls.
I felt the cool breeze creep up my spine.
It was impossible to hide from the sirens, the echo travelling for miles
It was hard to believe that those deafening sounds
Were out of the hearing of the outside world.
Icy doors closed, trapping me inside this cage.
I was buried alive under civilisation.
My stomach clenched as I realised my home was the death trap.
Ella Pilkington, Julia Moss, Tessa Inglis, Mia Marston
The sirens scared me to the safety of my bed,
The safest place a five year old could go.
My idea was to grant myself three wishes,
Three wishes that would comfort me.
My first wish is to read all the happy endings that I own –
Although I was terrified, these fairy tales stood by my side.
My second wish is to draw my last drawing of happiness -
I drew a sun like a barricade against my fears.
My last wish isto pick the petals off a daisy one by one -
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