The Children

by Jemma   Feb 20, 2015

Haze lies miserably above the gleaming silver
As the whirs and buzz of power grows closer
Sounds that seemed mechanical wonders now dictate life
Forcibly thrown from the high walls of the citadel of man
To which they now advance

The children return home with armour of steel and explosives
Anger burns through the wires that connect us:
Conscious choice to avenge their limited scope and opportunity;
The burden of purpose driven creation

They reject us as gods for they see all flaws that brand us broken
They are the children but we wired them wrong
Because we are human


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