C4 Hearts

One day our children will hold two metal guns,
With bombs on their chests,
Shooting at the Sun,
And resisting arrest,
That day has come and gone already, you’re a tad late.

One day our children will fight our own wars,
With nukes in their head,
Poisoning the shores,
Leaving all of us dead,
That day could be tomorrow.

One day on Earth I will take a stand,
With Blood on my hands,
Surrounded by guns on the land,
All who is left will listen well,
And honor the ones who painfully fell.

One day I will scream at the sky,
Praying for answers,
When the answer is why.

One day I will run ahead,
When the path is our children,
And our children are dead.

One day I will search for people,
Running and screaming,
Finding turrets on steeples.

One day I will find 6 Teenagers,
With C4 Hearts,
Whose human hearts were taken away by their generals and majors.

One day the skies would turn red,
The God’s disappointed,
In the humans they bred.

One day this won’t be a joke to you,
One day this may actually matter,
One day the world will be my accrue,
Because the human race is like a glass which shattered.