Deep in the womb,
an innocent beating,
unaware of the terror outside.
Ignorant
and thrashing,
begging to move-
to be released
and learn.

Emerging only to see
darkness
in an abandoned society.
The need to thrash replaced by the need to sit still
and keep things as they were.
That need to learn diminished
by the forced ignorance
and fear of truth.

That small,
beautiful being
would grow large in size
but small in mind
while living in this corrupted world.