An Ode To Miri

Violently, the wind blows, a plastic bag to the sky it lifts.
Behind glass walls in air conditioned comfort, I contemplate stepping outside.
Verily, it blows, from the sky above a band of thieves.
I slowly fall in futile attempts to retort, behind glass walls I hide.
Violently, the wind blows, my self to the sky it lifts.