RAGE
Tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air.
Children bred with ruthlessness, parents do not care.
Their visions all so blurry, and minds so confused;
The only thing that satisfies is all the weed they use.
In a week or less, they go from bad to worse,
They begin drinking alcohol to quench their desperate thirst.
They follow what they see; they do what there taught.
There under 12 years old and this is what they got.
No family at home, to say their doing wrong,
Most of them just beat them; they say it builds them strong.
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