Media Womb

The boy, a child who will grow up to madness,

To die, to reap and sow his passions

Upon humanity. His death a worm,

A death sentence from society.

The fear, to spare the rod for fear of piety

To cherish the animosity

The scream, the yell, the monstrosity

Its you who made him this creature, so wrong.

To punish flesh and blood and teach the strong

Injustice, you deem worthy; knowledge

But not the love, the care, the righteous pledge.

Now you can curse him for his wrongs in blood.

For you he has become a shadow

He brought humanities wish: wanton war.