Olympus Has Fallen

 

Brown Bricks

Walls of brownish bricks,

crumbled at the touch of the wind,

Wind strong enough to pull tick trees out of the soil;

It’s strength cast, and home-walls fall flat to the ground with scattered roofs abroad.

My lids shivered as the dust swiped into the tents of my vision,

Lenses blurred, visuals curved- curved into directions unclear.

Help! Help!! my lips mumbled

Where art thou?; oh people of the city,

Or have thou hidden?- hidden from the reach of the storm that tormented me.

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