OVERVIEW (2).

The grim reaper's awoken

More extremism's on the rise,

Venomous words seem only to be spoken,

You see the truth through the pain in the people,

It's written in their eyes;

Living is a constant emotional upheaval,

We look on with sorrow from the outside,

Tools we see used perpetuate fundamentals,  

Some; to sacrifice the few so old beliefs can survive,  

The kids play with guns in their everyday trial,

No toys for them! That's a western while,

And when asked what they would like to be,

They always reply mercilessly,

'They'd prefer to be martyrs wanting glory in death,'

Nothing less will suffice that's the mind they possess,

It's uncanny how these kids with their innocent light,

Make the worst enemies when called to unyielding plights,

And with their eyes red, youth filled their years up ahead,

A formidible foe anyone would dare test,

Indoctrinated to serve with no fear no dread,

Some, would make great scholars in our time but starved of 

choice for a personal quest,  

Because their tomorrows see only their ultimate fate, set!