VISUAL PROMPT
by Adellanuki @ deviantart
![](https://firebasestorage.googleapis.com/v0/b/prompt-6db57.appspot.com/o/Prompt%20Images%2F21-12-2022.jpg?alt=media&token=950c12e7-a46b-4852-9eed-92691fc33cf6)
Write a story or poem that could be titled 'My City on Fire'.
Bastille
Brick by brick,
We tore down the
Monument of oppression.
Years of breaking
Our backs without
Mercy had led to this.
We would support
Them no longer.
This towering prison,
Made from our labor,
Had held the establishment,
Caressed the egos
Of our standard bearers.
It had stood for
Generations, staring
Down at us with its
Opulence.
Now, all that was left
Was a few crumbling walls.
But that isn’t enough.
The scars the elite
Have left on us run too deep
To forget; not even the
Slightest piece of
Their obelisk will be
Given the dignity
To exist.
Comments 0
Loading...