Is this poetry bus ticket valid??

It has occurred to me that I haven't been producing my usual unending flow of drivel recently but thanks to the Poetry Bus, I am managing to keep my hand in.
This week the bus founder, proprietor, owner, original driver and driving force, TFE, has come out of retirement to take the wheel again for the sake of auld lang syne. His prompt is to write a fourteen line poem on one of the pictures here
What I'm going to do, as I'm boarding, is to hold my thumb across the bottom of the ticket, so that he doesn't see, as I have only just done, that the bloody ticket has one line too many.
For more valid tickets and some cracking poems, check out the rest of the passengers here

Those city lights

Those city lights, across the bay,
shine brightest at the close of day
but those who keep the status quo
avoid the piercing neon glow
when whisking suspect men away.

Our son has disappeared and they
deny all knowledge. He will pay
tomorrow as He rides below
those city lights.

So, to that den of moral decay,
God’s blessing as a tourniquet,
we will, with bombs and pistols, go
and strike for all a savage blow
for freedom. Hurry, seem to say
those city lights.