[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

War of Attrition: An Infant's Cage

Religion, religion, churches of formality
An infant's destiny depending on its family

From when life's dawn breaks they walk into the light
Whether it be beautifully dark or pleasantly bright
But a problem arises in the bright childhood vice
They have no choice of the future of life
We cannot ask a child just born to convert to a religion
In a world where all they know is influence
A parent may think them doing the next generation a favour
Yet they are cruel, not a saviour

Granted, they likely receive a choice later on
But they would be seeing stars after the indoctrination
So is this bad, or is it right?
In a world where youth run off in rampant spite
Where wars and skirmishes fill urban streets
When children see things no child can see
Freedom is dangerous, a cage may be necessary
For children oft become their own adversary

So are our children really so slack?
Or is religion holding them back?