Innocent voice

Fragments, tatters, shards and splatters

crushed and pulverised

torn and shattered 

flattened and evaporated 

falling at terminal velocity into oblivion

melting, burning, suffocating, yearning 

How much can a young mind, body and soul take?

How much could you take?

How much should we take?

We have no say.

We had no say yesterday, today

nor will we tomorrow.

Such is our destiny

dictated by your complicity.