Endless years of treachery
Nothing left but memories
Breach of trust with bad intent
Never trust the government
Famine spreads across the land
Fertile soils turned to sand
Farmland now reduced to weeds
Naked prophets spread their seed
New metallic color scheme
Machinery rusting at the seams
Pockmarks, pits, strange corrosion
Remnants of the big explosion
Twisted wires and endless fires
Broken cars with flattened tires
Nothing moves; no transportation
Empty highways cross the nation
No phones, no tech, nothing working
Broken pipes but nothing squirting
Acidic winds that cut your skin
Feels like you’re a Bedouin
Blazing sun sits overhead
Invisible rays can kill you dead
It’s a perpetual toxic kind of weather
Wrinkled skin becomes like leather
Dirty faces in a hidden space
No one cares about sex or race
Social justice has lost its meaning
People more concerned with eating
Brackish water and dirty air
A constant feeling of despair
Blurry lines and no real borders
Gloom and doom around each corner
Wasteland warriors and desert punks
Seedy brokers selling junk
The black market is all that’s left
Foundations built on greed and theft
Hands stretched out, needing aid
Nothing free, you need to trade
Bartering with flesh or gold
People being bought and sold
Society in a state of disarray
Every day like judgement day
Goals, and hopes, and dreams now smashed
Resurgence of our wretched past
Murder and rape happen daily
The weak ones trapped; bound in slavery
Dirty corners of burned out buildings
Pedophiles destroying children
A sudden end, by a rusty knife
Little value put on life
Suffering and a loss of hope
High tree branch and piece of rope
From the ashes nothing rises
Hope just won’t materialize
We made this bed, so here we lie
Blinded since we turned our eyes
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