Windows

Elemental shadows infect the
Minds of corrupted innocence
Find for yourself a window
And see.
Outside; vicious torment and
Torturous mental stimulation of
The barren waste ground of youth-
Knowledge is power is knowledge is death.
Emotionless masturbation of the dying
Souls is this what we give our future?
Is this how we see our future?
Inverted window; inside
Dreams hang as entrails from
The skeletal slashes of bitter reality
Nature transports the comatose child
to lands of light snowflakes and sunshine
the flames of desire are
shunted to the ground and
gentle bound to the beating Earth
the body sheds-wilts and dies
from deep in the dregs emerges a love
for life and childlike
eyes still believing
in Santa Clause and
the good in everyone
a being uncrushed
untainted
unscarred
a being that plays
that laughs
that cries
Obliterated window.
Is this how we see our future?
Is this what we give out future?