This is based on the story of a city I once lived in for a short time.
|Walking down the beach
Two friends, bruised each.
The old church, door smashed in
A sight to make their heads spin.
A ruined boat, magnificent
Its twisted hull torn and rent.
And old hotel, never made
Falling bricks, the door blockade.
A crumbled home, burnt and battered
The great stone walls cracked and shattered.
A beachside villa, torn to shreds
No sign of who last slept in its beds.
Two great towers, sand and stone
Littered about with scrap and bone.
A shining city, full of power
Now dull within its falling hour.
This is not the end, not this day
We will rebuild, to make them pay.