We
gave great kid…
At
least that much we know as true…
We
are the few
The
privileged
The
rotten core of the camera’s eye
Innocence
has long been dead
Traded
in for the fifteen minutes that got us here
Innocence
lies dying
In
a golden pit of love deposed
Victims
to the shutterbug
Strengthening
its venom
With
each million dollar pose and seductive stare
Yet
I find it all too severe
That
no one ever warned us
Of
the violence in a pout
That instantly purged the air
Hope
is but a scapegoat for the common type
Not
for those born unto the spoon of silver
For
it’s those like us
That
society loves until it fears
For
it’s kids like us
Society
loves to see self-destruct,
Always
enjoying the ruin we predictably wear
