Motherless, torturous children.

We break

we take

we steal

we drill

losing all ground

we are afloat

make no sound

drowning in a moat

we are the children

but motherless

torturous children

children who know no pain

only wanting to gain

suck it all dry

all we want is to get high

on the bountiful

on the beautiful

on the forgiving

on the accepting

embracing

us in her arms

she holds us all

despite our slashes

crashes

trashes

she holds us all

and all we know at the end of the day

is not to make way.