You are the child, you have no choice.
Your creators are at war and always have been.
Involuntarily complicit, learn about a crime after it happens.
Seem oblivious enough, graduate to planning.
Learn to love violence, lie like breathing.
Come from disaster, expect as much from this world.
Yet, gorgeous defiance uncurls in unending lengths of black plumage.
As smoke pours through brick, soot covers all our shed skin cells.
It will buck us all from its back before it allows us to ride it to ruin.