The gift of heaven
Will spark in a child
That is forced
To live in a cosmic hell.
Untainted and Unbroken
They will try to remain.
But, the sins of there forefathers
Will be carried as a weight upon there backs.
Poverty and injustice
Will be all that they know.
And it's sad
Because for at a time
They were known as offsprings of kings,
But will only be called infants of slaves.
An unspoken hatred will grow,
And the fire in their hearts
Will be seen before they even have a chance to live.
Tears are not meant to be shed,
But revolution will be in the hands of these new born martyrs.
Jewels of God that were sent from hell.
~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~