The Well
We were out scavenging for supplies,
When we came across a small group of survivors.
They were desperate and offered us fresh food,
In exchange for help fixing their well.
We worked together to fix the well,
And in that moment, we found camaraderie.
Even though the world feels like its ended,
You knew that as long as there were people like this,
There was still some chance of making it through alive.
Now, every time you pass by that well,
You can't help but think of those few survivors,
And how they managed to give you hope,
In the darkest of times.
We Have To Fix The Well
Fix the well
It’s been leaking for weeks
We can all see it’s failing
But there’s no one to do anything
There are so few of us left
And they need water to survive
They need their well
We have to act before it’s too late
We have to fix the well
There’s nothing left to lose
We have to act now and save these people
It’s the right thing to do
We have to fix the well
We have to act before it’s too late
We can’t just watch it fall apart
Fix the well
It’s time we took a stand
And came together to do what’s right
We have to fix the well
This is our moment to act
For the sake of these people
We will fix the well
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:
