Fallout

Fallout

Riding out the winter
We hibernate till dawn
Till cold winds, they rescind
And ashes line the morn
Emerging from the shelter
We harboured from the storm
Found there’s not much out there
That came from times before
Before the mushrooms’ season
‘fore atomic clocks wound down
Nuclear the reason
With fallout on the ground
But now our lock releases
With a chess board barren plain
I guess you have to kill the pieces
Before you fill the squares again
But war, it never changes
People stay the same
Ideologies and races
No winners in this game
Just survivors with their graces
For fate to now condemn
Disciples fresh, old faces
… and with their gods go them