where neglect and miseducation are the order of the day.
Children of 3 and 5
build castles of porcelain dreams
marred by the dark slander of reality.
Violence is the only way to get your message across.
The violence and gore of once pure haloed angels, yes, that's the way to do it!
Slash and burn any ideal that does not conform with yours!
Terrorize the oppressed, for the is the certain way to get everyone to agree with you!
Fear, confusion, nebulous haze
of uncertain principles and raging egos
I weep tears of blood and words
though no amount of blood spilt
can pay the price demanded by the boatman of the Styx.
That ancient ferryman tells of
the arrival of scores of the broken in spirit.
When the spirit is broken, what can you hope, O ye the breaker, of heaven or hell or your personal pleasure garden/
You exist to teach the world that it hasn't seen it's worst yet.
The optimist tell the pessimist that it can.
The realist knows that children cannot oppose the terrorists, and that only cowards are bullies.
You bully me, I shall cower before you - only out of concern and fear for my life, because I know I deserve better than to die at the hands of filth like you.