Wastelands
Post apocalyptic
I’m gathering cans like I usually do
Only now it’s time to hide
From dust storms
From raiders
From what’s left of humanity
Cannibals
Great, just great
This is the future
This is potential
Happy birthday, America
Grab your gun, there are strangers
They will hunt us
We’ll walk this road until it ends
We’ll walk this road til it ends
Hope extinguished
Not by atom bomb or chemical warfare
But simple greed
Resources exhausted
Land famished
Only two bullets
but three of us
I died on the fourth of july.
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