Children Of Chaos Poem by Jonathan Banuelos

Children of Chaos
It takes only one moment to be oppressed
But it takes a lifetime to forget
The feeling is of pure hate condensed
Through history this plays true for all
When two legions clash
The oppressed are always the first to fall

The greatest men are born after oppression
Children born of this are the most capable
All their life they search for redemption
A feeling of justice for their pain
But find no help from kin in contradiction

These children are strong in spirit
But weak in emotion and sensibility
Of weaknesses they are purged
Robbed of their humanity
Hearts born of steel quality

As babies they watch in silence
Born into violence

As adolescents they are prepared
Their humanity is lost, or risk becoming impaired
Animosity takes seed
As they watch their parents bleed

As young adults they are trained in the streets of hell
In anarchy their souls dwell
United under one banner
They are formidable against any corrupt planner
Born and raised in chaos the perfect soldiers
Immune to a conscience damaged by war horrors

They fight for one cause, whether pure or not

When they fight and kill no remorse is paid
Their victories are gained by gun and blade
Nothing left to lose, yet their freedom to gain
Victory comes easy to the children of pain

Children of turmoil fight well
But in society they don’t live so well
Expected to live in the aftermath in silence
These children raised in uncompromising violence