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We woke to the sound of China cracking,
and curtain rods hitting the floor.
Daddy arose and he seen the light,
the **** was red-hot on the door.
He woke momma in a terrible fright,
we three kids were asleep down the hall.
When the hall lights began to flicker,
our lives were all that he saw.
Questions lit and burned out,
I don't remember calling 911.
Life was rushing fast before our eyes,
burning out like a cold setting sun.
It sounded like runaway freight trains,
a rolling thunder down the hall.
On a track leading to dominoes
that were not quite ready to fall.
They heard us children shrieking,
you know we were scared to death!
"Everyone get down to your knees!"
Was death's artist drawing their last breath?
Daddy wet a towel and he turned the blazing ****,
realizing our screams were no more.
He dashed through high flames down the hall,
and he kicked in our bedroom door.
Frozen and huddled in the corner,
behind our new bunk beds.
Daddy heard us praying real fast
with a Pokemon blanket over our heads.
Daddy picked up the sobbing twins,
and I told him that I could run.
The fire must have reached daddy's .45,
I heard bullets fire from a gun.
Then a new skylight appeared up above,
the room reeked of daddy's singed hair.
It then began to rain inside,
we knew that a crew was out there.
The front door then burst open wide,
and in came a laser light show.
Narrow beams of light danced upon the smoke,
showing them the way to go.
The policeman sat his wife in a cruiser,
and daddy walked out of the dream.
The children climbed onto the fire truck,
I heard an oxygen mask muffled scream.
*Please plan an escape route with your family, and plan where you'll meet if this does happen to you.
If you plan a place to meet, firemen won't lose their lives looking for someone who's already outside!
~Mark
The title I chose for this refers to the American dream: house ownership, and what-not.