in a galaxy not so far far away
a group of 6 kids i guess they could be called a gang
age range from about 5 going up to 8
4 of them were neighbors the other 2 shared the same name
on saturdays and sundays they would gather to play
their favorite game young explorers investigating the cave
where their parents couldn't find them didn't have to behave
the imaginations flying they were just acting their age
all the fighting at home had left need for escape
but they were not alone they had each others embrace
so they vowed to stick together no matter what folly came
weather sun was their endeavor or escape from falling rain
It didn't make a difference as long as they all showed up
they had no plan or mission just ambition for that whole stuck
in their own existence time wasn't moving slow enough
till that fateful day when the conflicts of grown ups
had showed us what happens when civilization blows up
the blast murked everything the surface ever know of
but lucky for the kids they were playing underneath it
thanks to their curiosity they discovered how deep it
goes that whole left six people breathing
on the whole planet no damage shows us the weakness
of bone tissue so misused gone there's no weeping
the innocent live on the rest of the world deceased its
their problem now.
After hours of playing with no sign of regrets
they climbed out of the cave the cave to find their parents silhouettes
painted on the walls this was not expected
but the fact is after all the adults had neglected
they were better off without them they decided and accepted
the fact they we're alone before reality had set in
the oldest of the group his name was tommy he connected
that without his dad and mommy it was he that they respected
but that meant it was up to him to protect them
this responsibility was now on him and it reflected
the way the world was run but this was like a second
chance to advance our species like a next step
lets let anarchy reign in the free world
test it out on this calamity we hurled
into the laps of the youngest generation
who had to adapt to this world they were placed in
tommy did his best to maintain his patience
but children can be fussy when they're hungry and their wasting
away as their leader's only 8 already pacing
back and forth as the last resource was taken
made him wish he was back playing games in
his parents back yard but that world was forsaken
one by one so sick and emaciated
they turned on each other no brotherhood or relation
could keep them from feeding on each other or escaping
the fait that the rest of humanity embraced in
less than a week the last 6 that had lived
killed each other off when instinct kicked in
some would think it fate or simply just how it is
but they cant be blamed cuz hell their just kids.
