Poetry is inspired by events which have deeply stirred our emotions - either for the good or bad. Several poems appeared in the local papers after the bombardment of Scarborough. Here is one example from the 30th December edition of the Scarborough Pictorial.
THE HUNS VISIT TO THE EAST COAST
On that cold December morning,
Through the misty morning they came.
Perchance they thought their coming,
Would add laurels to their name.
They shelled our dear defenceless homes,
Men,women and children too.
To burn, to kill, to destroy,
Is what they meant to do.
Bravely they fought with might and main,
Daring to do or die,
Bravely they fought for well they knew,
There was nothing to reply.
No doubt they'll get the Kaiser's thanks,
For a raid so 'bravely' done,
No doubt they'll get the Iron Cross,
For a 'victory' nobly won.
The Guardian Angel saw their work,
And looked on it with shame.
To shell defenceless homes and babes,
Forever stains their name.
Fair play is a jewel,
But their 'Kultur' knows no right.
They throw their deadly mines and run,
And shun an honest fight.
Base cowards, we shall meet them.
We've an insult to repay.
And when our tars do greet them,
They'll never forget the day
Fight on brave true Britishers.
Fight with all your might.
God will give you victory,
For God defends the right.
G.A. Deacon, 63 Tindall street. Scarborough, December 21st, 1914.
