21 January 1999
Cherub Mother

The disenchanted
Boldly built
From stone bones
And rock hard skin.
Consciousness
Means carefulness
And a humanness within.

Virginity,
A state of mind
The stories that are told.
They dig themselves into a hole
And then they fail to
Come right back out again.

We request rape
Our minds abused
Willingly,
Lost innocence
To another place and time.
Lack of freedom
Defiant power
Struggle to make a life
From the little we have left.

One plate of food
Don’t ask for more
The rations must be spared
For those blaming their existence
On our young predicament.

We shine and fade
At once these days
You burn like sun for us
And Ultra Violent tendencies
Prove us your atrocities
You ban us though we must,

Open up our eyes,
We can’t help what you don’t see
Too blind to open darkness
By the genuine twilight
In the middle of our dreaming
You wake us with nightmares
To prove that you don’t care
About the lives you helped create.