A way in with no escape
Horrifying crowds in the restaurant
No seats
One way traffic
Forced to go down
With no straight exit.

Round and round
Furniture everywhere 
(Shadows looming)
No short cuts                       
High shelves that see no end  
Cardboard boxes everywhere
(Sudden black-out
Complete pitch black darkness 
Chaos pursued
Shouts and screams
Fire? Falling boxes
People in a frenzy.) 
A few square windows above
(Heroes to the rescue
Sliding down using ropes
Fighting the evil villians)
Squeezing through the crowd
To where the exit is
Starving people queue up
For precious rations        
The refugee’s asylum.