Fires
Fires took place, people ran against the walls,
Too high up, a fireman's pole necessary,
They couldn't go down that way, no staircase,
Elevator not in use, no way out,
What were the alternatives so high up?
People jumping out of the windows, restless.
Fires took place while the whole world watched restless,
Within the buildings, there were crumbling walls,
Daylight shone, yet so dangerous to look up
High when caught by fires, aid necessary
And a route-way out, around the staircase,
But when that's in fragments, there's no way out.
An alternative to the crushed staircase,
People could go down a fire-pole, restless,
The whole way down twenty floors, to get out.
An alternative to contagious walls,
Coughing out smoke off lungs necessary,
Parachutes be needed to fall from up.
Firemen heroes tell them not to look up,
Those far lower down can use the staircase,
The lift, out of bounds, not necessary,
People need to get out, they feel restless,
Since there is still no end to burning walls,
Bodies bumping to and fro; no way out.
Helpless alternatives, but no way out,
Bounding against each other, they climb up
floors hopelessly and in panic. They hit walls
While attempting to climb up the staircase,
Thinking of their freedoms, they feel restless,
They cry and shout, help is necessary.
For them all, escape is necessary.
The plight to climb down walls; the entry out,
The mindless panic, the blank mind restless,
Confusion clouding their route: down or up?
Judgement wonders, up or down the staircase,
Should they run past them or climb down the walls?
People helpless and shouting see the walls,
A necessary route out the staircase,
In panic and restless; no bright sky up.