one of the last pockets of civilization, isolated alone,
from the rubble of a lost empire, they created a home/
elders try to remember the past, others contemplate the unknown,
looking at former cultures with contempt, while celebrating their own/
they are able to build buildings, without raising a stone,
using debris that washed ashore from the dangerous zone/
this city is like an organism, it has basically grown,
out of necessity, the recipe, has abrasively shown/
that the opulence of society, left it excessively prone,
to come crumbling down, so those left, aggressively comb/
the beaches, cause everything they need is in the sea,
fully harmonious with the ocean, conducting symphonies/
with hydroponic harvests erupting instantly,
fishing with nothing but spears , hunting visually/
with a thirst for balance, so after conquering water and land,
they started an aeronautics program, that's part of plan/
to expand, towards the horizon, seeking, searching,
trying to unlock all mysteries, through teaching, learning/
they take care of each other, so while the weak are hurting,
everyone helps out, in a community, each is deserving/
the way of life, after things broke is completely working,
but there is a phantom menace, that's discreetly lurking/
all the exploration, has caught the jealous eyes of others,
scouts from another village, have seen, discovered /
the prosperity, so they have a scheme to plunder,
and take everything, because they are suffering from hunger/
so blades are sharpened, armor is applied,
chanting warriors scream, let the farmers die!/
word gets back to the people, they feel calm inside,
they have a bigger population, to push on, survive/
raise an army of their own, the enemy will be here soon,
plan to defend by launching harpoons from hot air balloons/
and use pontoons, carrying soldier, getting past that will be hard,
but as they hear an explosion, they are all caught off guard/
someone with a bomb, snuck past, swimming beneath,
the city comes crumbling down as history repeats/
each side has a small number of survivors, about fifty each,
that eventually wash ashore with some debris on a distant beach/
they are one of the last pockets of civilization, isolated alone,
from the rubble of a lost empire, they will create a home/