The Protected - Cadaveric Crematorium

First thought was to hide

Build underground bunkers

Escape from the changing world

Escape from genetic changes

These are terrified humans

With desire to live and hope

Totaly sure that earth

Doesn’t back as before

The are call the Protected

Closed in interconnected bunkers

In a few months they vanish from surface

They need food and water

And they have to leave

With no protection

Out there

After many dead they understand

The only way not to die

Is to use the modified blood

Of people from outside

With their blood spread on skin

Seem no problem for Protected