Help save the kids

They drank all the water they’ll say, the machines
I heard they were thirsty, they worked tirelessly

They’ll conclude that the wealthiest men must have known
Of the future, the wreckage, what it would hold
They’ll find homes underground and ships made for space
If they didn’t know, they’ll say, why did they try to escape

And while their air suffocates and diseases run wild
They’ll pass down the story of a mythical vial 
Many will argue if it ever existed
Others just wishing it could've all been prevented

They’ll distract themselves from the pangs caused by hunger
While discussing old creatures with a child like wonder
Folklore passed down of ones small, but mighty
They produced a liquid - sweet, golden, sticky

They’ll be confused when they go to the dirt, start to dig
Question “what happened here” when they find tiny limbs
I thought the whole point, what they sang it in their hymns
Was to serve and protect, and to help save the kids