the children

the children are crying, but the world is crazy so they feed the tears
the children grow older and the tears turn to anger
and they turn the anger into action, into pain
into self destruction
neglected of emotion and care they cry loudly,
glowing flat screens are their babysitters,  

their teachers, their distractions.
their cries subdued by entertainments and storytellers. 

mindless consumption is the main story told. 

no way to know better they believe every word. 

they grow into adulthood and are thrown to the colleges, 

of which only a few make it, 

the rest are turned out into the realities of life. 

that not everyone makes it, not everyone made the right choices

and that people do fail, crash, and burn.
that the only guarantee in life is that, eventually, we all die. 

and so they come in full force, anger defined, defiant to any and all. 

ready to destroy that which you hold dear, 

that which is true essence of beauty upon this earth. 

because their beauty was destroyed by lies and deceit.

the children are crying, but the world is lazy so they give

the responsibility to the teachers of the schools

and when their children fail, they blame the world

the children are crying, but the world is blind

as always, i'm not sure if it's finished or not

but here it is 

 

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