Undone

A storm is coming
A little warning
that all is not right
And the fight's gone out
of this decaying ball of light
People are jumping ship
and our children attempt not to slip
in the rivers of blood we leave
And there is no time to grieve
because the storm is upon us
The children are trampled to dust
and the future is uncertain
As the curtain closes this last time
the only thought on our mind
is how were we undone?