Wasted Children

The sun shone high above

there were children full of love

shining smiles everywhere for everyone

the dark clouds rolled in one by one

the parents lulled by delicious drinks

their eyes glazed by what others think

their children wandered into the water

the coolness enveloped them away from mother

the town kept up the masquerade

townspeople wore their masks and paraded

for all to see their wealthy unhealthy tirade

patting one another on the back like cowards

building up high the sand castle's towers-

clueless to buck the trendy life

hanging on to their stepford wife.

Alas, finally amidst the pain

one decides to blow out his brains,

the child grows intoxicated swimming-

never wanting to resurface,, but drowning

already dead and wasting away,

the child soon lost the blurred way,

choosing darkness over the oppressions

the mind and body full of obsessions,

the money and drugs abruptly

possessed the child' -absolutely-

before long fear gripped all,

When shall again Grim's axe fall?