Children Poem by Chris Noir

Soon will the world suffer again,
Turning coldest stones into searing flame,
The children of the days to come,
Carve the fate of world undone,
Bring chaos and ruin for the sake of fame.

Soon will the skies surrender,
And the summer sun will be our greatest foe,
The children of the days to be,
Will die and earth will bleed,
And the coming day will only tell of woe.

Soon will the mountains crumble,
Giving up their prideful undisputed peaks,
The children of tomorrow's wars,
Will in vain be put in rows,
To defend the breath of life against their own disease.

But back then is when it happened,
Not in the future's forges, not in the smoke of today,
The bitter children of the past,
Who's pride will forever last,
Brought upon us burning, drought war and dismay.

The children of the century past,
Have sealed our fate with prideful sin,
Their vanity remained,
Long after their brains,
And now we fight a battle that we'll never win.