January Scorching
A.S.
January 2025
I stand amidst a fiery blaze
From smog to smoke, it’s whipped away
I watch this grand, imperial sprawl
Seemingly about to fall
I feel the embers carried by the wind
And hear looters doused in pink sin
There’s a man on the luminous screen
He speaks of many people fleeing
The entire week, consumed by strife
The City of Angels has lost its life