Testing Molotovs

Psychic Sperm

In the coming days the solar flare illuminates
The grid - they can’t distribute food so fast
As the polar caps all melt the water levels rise
The mass migration spawns a fascist night

You’ll survive
You got your gear at home
But I can’t watch starving children from inside

I don’t fear the world-destroying weapons they parade
As much as t-shirts praising Pinochet
So divided by so little who of us can say
We’ll face adversity unite and pray

You’ll survive
You got your gear at home
But I can’t watch starving children from inside

Generations in the future won’t appreciate
The heights and breadth of empathy we brave
Or more likely our descendants, looking back, will crave
The posh existence we enjoy today