Am I scared

of the prospect of World War Three

breaking out

in my lifetime, of course I am,

it is even more worrying

when my children

have not had the chance to even be grown up,

take the first plunge into the lie we call existence,

servitude, being told to pay to be scared,

to feel insignificant

when placed next to the well oiled machine,

the wreck and the reckless of something

that was extraordinary, watch them grow

sick in old age as they once mourned