The English poet John Betjeman wrote a similar poem in 1937, ‘Come Friendly Bombs and Fall on Slough’ and got a lot of flak from the residents.
A couple of verses from the poem.
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!
Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
Tinned minds, tinned breath.
Betjeman, a poet laureate, was probably the most read poet of the 20th century outside the box of the ‘elite’. A very English poet and maybe that’s the reason he is little known outside of the uk.