The Oracle of Tuckahoe
Long after the apocalypse,
The cities laid to waste,
The remnants of humanity
Were starving and displaced.
The Earth itself was poisoned so
If people dared to try
To live in the forbidden zones
They'd all get sick and die.
The Oracle of Tuckahoe
Was famous far and wide.
He knew the old technology,
Its secrets long denied.
He knew where it was poison,
And where you ought to build,
Where to dig the water wells,
What fields were safely tilled.
He donned his special helmet
And his goggles from the past.
He waved a yellow box which clicked
Sometimes slow or fast.
And all the while he mumbled
Incantations to the gods,
While sniffing at the grasses
And crumbling the clods.
For that they gave up ten percent
Of harvest, fair and free,
To Oracle's forsaken gods
And dead technology.
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