When tanks sit empty
Outside refineries,
Every drop of blood and oil
Spilled and spent

When the world is plunged
Into pre-digital chaos,
Knowledge trapped forever
In e-books and emails

When civilization collapses,
Falling on empty bellies
To the desperate cries
For help in the darkness

There will still be fools
Running down abandoned streets,
Struggling beneath the weight
Of large-screen flat panel TVs