The Los Angeles sign greets me
4 more miles to go.
When will I reach home?
Mother must be pacing to and fro.
I drive into the city and see
a crazed rush of helpless people with
frantic despair scribbled on their foreheads.
Should I be worried too?
I should, it seems
for ravenous fumes
escape from the skyscrapers
ridding the sky of comforting blues.
10 schoolchildren held at gunpoint,
9 women with acid patches,
8 men killed in the stampede,
7 of them remain in ashes.
6 families left to die,
5 politicians assassinated,
4 markets boycotted,
3 old age homes cry.
2 days till help arrives,
1 for me to survive,
rest all is history,
my corpse narrates this to you awry.
#City of (Fallen) Angels
glossy pier
This does not relate to any specific incident in history. Any similarities will be purely coincidental.
hidden raft
I like the effect and use of the countdown