MY HILLTOP BRICK FORTRESS SURVIVED THE END OF THE WORLD

I use to live on a we!l paved, county road, now the road has been washed away,

A monsoon has gifted me waterfront property; water flows to the bay,

My lowland neighbors were not too bad,

They all left on rescue boats, eyes sad,

I built my safe place upon a high hill, out of bricks made of hot fired clay.