Children, don't belong in the barbaric world of adults
Not in Afghanistan, Palestine, Iraq, or France.
The cool minds behind lethal actions, stupefy
All reason and rational thought,
Voiceless people speak not with words but with-
Violent and uncontrolled actions and the victims,
fight back with ever more thoughtless, angrier actions.
As the madmen of money, recline in united idylls
Of cohesion and laissez faire deceptions;
The indifference to the children who live in adult worlds,
Who have their humanity assaulted and grow ever more desensitised,
Is ever more clearer as the patterns grow,
In cyclical escalations, moving further from the previous generations.
Real resistance is hard, knowing when not to abandon the principles of life,
To withstand insult and injury, for the greater good.
These are the visible and undesirable possibilities triggered
And sanctioned, by the arguably suspect reasoning,
Of the children who didn't belong, in those adult worlds.
From the midst of chaos and terror,
Is born mercy and greatness,
The most hungered know too well the taste of sustenance;
From out of fires of turmoil are born people,
Who know the difference between hot and cold
And choose their own paths between destruction and resurrection,
Such are some of the children, who don't belong in crazy adult worlds.