Prequel of Dystopia

Cold night, light rain Empty streets, thick smoke From the sweet air filled with fear of death to the atmosphere of merriment How distance changes us Blistered bark and smouldering wreck Open wastes where once stood trees Our prequel of dystopia arrived at last, without its' hollywood trappings Our islands of respite and mercy are no longer Danger is at least knee deep Blasted chimes are blown on molten air Rain no longer falls, red air chokes us in the the thousands Our prequel of dystopia arrived at last, exactly as expected