Children of Chaos
Children of Chaos
It takes only one moment to be oppressed
But it takes a lifetime to forget
The feeling is of pure hate condensed
Through history this plays true for all
When two legions clash
The oppressed are always the first to fall
The greatest men are born after oppression
Children born of this are the most capable
All their life they search for redemption
A feeling of justice for their pain
But find no help from kin in contradiction
These children are strong in spirit
But weak in emotion and sensibility
Of weaknesses they are purged
Robbed of their humanity
Hearts born of steel quality
As babies they watch in silence
Born into violence
As adolescents they are prepared
Their humanity is lost, or risk becoming impaired
Animosity takes seed
As they watch their parents bleed
As young adults they are trained in the streets of hell
In anarchy their souls dwell
United under one banner
They are formidable against any corrupt planner
Born and raised in chaos the perfect soldiers
Immune to a conscience damaged by war horrors
They fight for one cause, whether pure or not
When they fight and kill no remorse is paid
Their victories are gained by gun and blade
Nothing left to lose, yet their freedom to gain
Victory comes easy to the children of pain
Children of turmoil fight well
But in society they don’t live so well
Expected to live in the aftermath in silence
These children raised in uncompromising violence
poem by Jonathan Banuelos
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