I am young ,vulnerable
like a fragile package shipped through an earthquake
the ground shakes below me, and I try not to break.
like salivating salesmen
shoot sound waves through my ears.
video games and Tommy gun flames,
birth my parent's fears.
All this talk of acts of war, of peace, of death, of life.
still nothing stops; the Richter scale still shudders full of strife.
all the noise,
"be good, you boys"
yet no one seems to care.
more care for beer,
none want to hear
the problems that I bear.
I am young, instill-able
Like an empty vessel ready to be filled,
I'm fearful that my future might be spilled.