The construction of the shelter
Went the way it was planned
Steel-reinforced concrete
Proved to be the choice

Half-ton armored door
Double-latch locks
Air-filtration systems
Not a single window

Bury yourself

Shelves groan under
The weight of food supplies
Ready for the terror
Ready and armed

No use for a handgun
Against the enemy front
AK-47
Offers no comfort

The roof is getting closer
Walls begin to shake
It has become reality
Buried in a global war

Sensors are moving
Lights blink like hell
No transmission
In the radio

Monitors go blank
Air pressure changes
When lights turns to red
Shelter equals grave