What are we doing to the children?

They sit and watch

The whole world die

And yet they laugh

At the fact

That we are ruining

The only chances

Of living.

Playing games

That rot their brains,

Enjoying the bloodshed.

It may not be real

But what will they remember

That it's not like that

In real society

Or how much fun it was?

What are we doing to the children?

The orphaned ones

Who parents died

In a war

That we started.

Forced to live

In constant fear

Of dying or being caught

For stealing what could be

Their last meal.

What are we doing to the children?

Kids that kill

Just to do so

Who saw their parents

Do the same

To someone that they didn't like.

The ones who

Will go to jail

And die there

For doing something

They never knew was wrong.

Oh, what are we doing to the children?