Ostrich County

They know not what is about to strike,
They perform their daily chores alike,
Each a San Franciscan,
And all pretty innocent.

Screaming shouting
Like glass breaking.
Running shaking
Cars are crashing

Six seconds it took for all to fear
The Earth was rocking and all was queer.
For houses were sinking
And Bay Bridge collapsing

Cars collided
Citizens tied
“Please. Help!” they cried,
And then they died.

Tremors shook the ground in waves of sound,
Ripples of anger, homes underground.
The media stood by
Ostrich County on standby.

Gas was leaking
Fires were breaking
Injuries creeping
People weeping
They knew not what was about to strike
Instead they help mend their lives alike.
All that cooperation,
All for their nation.