Emancipation

I was sitting at work
When the first bomb dropped
And everything started to shake
I felt the earth jerk
Then it stopped
Enough for me to finally make

My way outside
Where the sky was aglow
And the city was as still as a grave
I made it to my ride
Figuring I would go
Home and see if there was anything to save

But then I knew
I had to shed
The chains I'd worn since birth
You can’t renew
The living dead
With ghosts of former worth.