18

slaughter of the youth
the sprouting buds of tomorrow
yes we will grow towards the sun
no we will not change
we will not fix the issues at hand
instead
turn shoulders to pillows
and heads to dreamland
where we will never wake
not for a moment
never to reflect on ancestors pleads
for 180's in our lives
and when our time comes
to rest our useless head the pillows
our youth won't hear
the screams we never heard
but the haunting echoes
will continue to
bring pestilence to nature
and concrete to forests
and death
to the fiber keeping
the planet in its correct place
good job to us
as we sit and watch
deterioration become a reality.