Ytai

The sand started picking up high,
As it set fire to the brazen sky.
The land was now under attack,
The people had to get back to their home and pack.
The militia was soon to be there
And it was just like he didn't care.
He walked down the streets with such ease,
As everyone was begging for help and saying please.
Ytai didn't do bother taking part in that,
As he went back to home to pet his cat.
They then went outside the home,
To watch that havoc and people roam.
Buses were flocking away from the city,
Leaving behind the pebbles that were trash and gritty.
The people had all left except for him,
They were all now gone, approximately at the northern rim.
This is when Ytai saw the striker in the air,
To the people of the city this was just not fair.
They had done nothing wrong, except for live their life,
But the government was to blame, and should've put killed by the knife.
The government screwed over their own city,
But the strikers at this point had no pity.
As now the strikers finally let go,
and Ytai just watched as if it were a show.
The city wasn't even touched, but the same couldn't be said for the people.
The strikers hit them, instead of going for the city steeple.
But who could've known that was their mission?
And the people should've been in a better position.
Somehow Ytai knew. He knew a lot.
He somehow knew where he was standing was in fact the right spot.