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
Fucking brilliant