By Danielle
It’s been a fair few weeks and Hannah’s back again
She survived the nuclear bomb but the world is not so zen
I’m really not sure how she escaped that deadly nuclear blast
The Earth’s now a wreck and the humans… she’s one of the last
When she emerged from the soot and rubble of her tower
(and smelling at the smoky air, ‘My god! That smells so sour!’)
She climbed on top of the hill of debris and looked all around
But all that surrounded her was nothing- really not a sound
She saw the fires from impact, the craters and the rubble
She knew she had to find some others and quickly on the double
Hannah didn’t want to die so sadly on her own
And sought at least a partner to ease the destructive tone
She knew that civilisation maybe could start all again
And maybe in the future there’d be millions to the ten
Soon she made her way down to the burnt and black shops
Then smiled when she realised that when the population drops
It’s easier to afford more and resources aren’t in stress
No sky-high prices and there’s more that you could guess
She could be richer than the richest and own a fancy house
But then as she thought, she started having doubts
There’s little to no one out there and money’s not the concern
It’s the prospect of survival that Hannah has to learn.