Rubble, rubble, times of trouble

Ruined cities span as far as the eye can see

But few eyes remain,  peering  from steel caves

Shabby bodies huddle, clad in leather and rags

Only hunger sends them to hunt with bows

To seek meat from hideous mutated beasts

A few old souls tell stories of brighter times

When metal chariots coasted through the land

And people stared into shiny devices

Food so plentiful people threw it in the trash

But anger and prejudice sent fire raining down

Blasting bodies into ash and sickening millions more

The past swept away, now only the strong survive

Eeking out primitive lives where the proud once stood