Learning the art of ration bars,
from an elderly woman who's seen it all.
She tells us stories of a time when
every day was a struggle, and food was scarce.
Now she teaches us how to make them with ease,
and they will keep us fed for many days.
Her wisdom is old, but her skills are still sharp,
and we'll be able to survive in this harsh world.
Her methods are simple, but her bars are filling.
We'll need to be patient, and follow her lead.
But with her guidance, we'll be able to make it through,
and find a new home in this bleak future world.
Thank you, old woman, for teaching us how to make ration bars.
We'll be able to survive, and we'll be able to thrive.
This was a poetic tale from the city of Lazarus, A dystopian metropolis half sunken in the sea, along with ai art created with stable diffusion / Midjourney ai browser applications, inspired by the words of the poem. War and climate change took its toll on this and every other city we know. This is one of many short tales of a young woman ("the narrator") and her daily life surviving in the ruble of the modern world.
I am adding individual poems to a collection that I plan on eventually publishing into an ebook.
Thank you for reading.
💔Here are a few links to some of the other poems about the dystopian City of Lazarus:
