I was born a ten years before WW3 and
Close to the 4th or Sticks and Stones War
My family was the prepping kind
The super rich gathered together
In the hopes of "Their Civilization" to restore...
They were incinerated by the bombs
That they thought the old missile bases
Would protect their rancid butt holes from
Those who sheltered in old lime stone caves
Their chances for survival were little to none
(Limestone couldn't take the bombs heat)...
My Dad was an avid spillunker, cave crawler
He kept detailed documents of cave systems
Now his documents were not new just pieces few
Of the original ones burned in the Great Fire
With the hopes of starting life free of war, life anew...
Humankind had sent radio singles afar
To the closest known earth like planet and star
Those Interplanetary visitors, friendly they were not
All the minerals human kind accumulated
Would replace their minerals, they used
To cool a planet that was scorching hot...
Ship after ship came, larger than Alaska they were
Old citizens, feeble citizens, were killed off
Even the Super Rich wanted them not
Nor were the poor considered of any value
Still my family knew just what to do...
We knew the bombs would cause a solar wind
The exposed powergrids would burn to cinder
Where my Dad was taken us there was kinder
A fresh underground running sweet tasting water
That came up from the earth's mantle and core
We really could not want for any more...
Clean, pure, and the perfect power source
Our generators used the caverns best feature
Our small light reflected off the lumanus walls
Above the us the world was reshaping our future...
What kind of future above us awaits???
JJSweets 08Sept20 12:15 hrs
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