Kid, You Never Had A Chance

We are all born human then again reborn savage children spurn from tragedy.

A pain only our siblings have suffered.

We all grow with sadness like a child hood imaginary friend that stalks us into adult form.

Our breed are tormented with memories that made us what we are.

No one so young should experience such grief.

Nothing is fair or riotous or just.

No line uncrossable. No sin unpunished. No God.

Yes, we are the children of the damned. The spoilt generation.

Glutenous, selfish and brave.

No past lessons learnt. Fears of becoming our fathers and mothers and theirs.

We are our own but no so proud of it.

Still young and fragile yet forced into adulthood at 10.

Made to deal with adult situations. Old men by 20.

The so-called best years come and gone. No freedom now.

The future like a sea stretched on til no tomorrow.

All I see are the shackles of society and culture.

Forcing us into labour and debt and an early grave.

We all succumb to tradition. Too sedated to take a stand.

Well I wont give in. I wont follow you.

Take the poison you force us. Rip the venom from my veins.

The sickest souls seem the strongest. The air is thick with smoke and sounds.

Born a victim. Made weak before we were ever strong.

The old person I used to be has perished and I mourn her. As I weep for all lost souls.

Kid, you never had a chance. Im so sorry.