Infants of the Earth

and the sun sets on another pair of starving eyes
a thousand lost children, praying to the skies
trading curiosity for regret
turning in their candy for cigarettes

these are the godless children
rejected at birth
nutured in nature's bosom
infants of the earth

and the young ones fly their tattered kites
beneath pale broken skies
and when in their bed during restless nights
await the acidic sunrise

and the young men rise to the hunt and thrill
as the wind howls it songs
their tongues await poisonous pills
and they depart like a wolfpack at dawn

as the soldiers who cry themselves to sleep
shut their eyes on foreign skies
their children dwell in recurring dreams
of them coming home alive

and as for the unheard women
with such high hopes and bruised hearts
that they claim their places on the ladder
and their voices sound from the top

and as for the lost boys
clawing through their youth
one hopes they may step from their father's shadow
and rejoice to find their is no truth

but for all of earth's godless children
whose legs were made to run
that they'll see the world will merely turn
and realize they cannot chase the setting sun

their lives skim such merciless timelines
as the babies are born and the elders die
just as lovers burn through their beds
and the sun scorches through the sky

but now again the young ones gather
beneath the sun's waning light
to release their caustic kites with laughter
and watch them spin in endless circles out of sight