the new generation/ the world turned whore for its kids

the new generation

Born to be soldiers,

dreamers, pioneers,

promises whispered

“there's more for you here”

the clocks were all smashed

and the labels were hidden

the world moved under our feet

but we were deaf to its rhythm

and those that noticed, or asked

of its axis, its tilt;

were outcasts, outliers, told to sit still

to not fidget in seats

to not stare at the sky

to not study the world, or its contents

and to never ask why

“why” wasn't for dreamers, “why” broke the rules

why weren't we aware

of how we we were all fooled

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the world turned whore for its kids

A circle was formed

to huddle around

where thin lines

and scraps of flesh

determined what was fed

and

what was left

the remnants, were dregs

in the outer rings out in the cold

beaten to what remained

still ashes and gritty bone

and they decided there would be no waiting

for the taking

they would rake it all in one fell swoop

and thus the forests fell to the slaughter

of the needy,

greedy, children

turned to shadows

fearing all

except their hefty toll