Is it wrong to be scared to have children?
Of raising them on this bitter, bloodthirsty planet?
Where their voices will be muted,
and “more important” matters disputed,
so they'll feel useless, irrelevant, or null.
I am truly terrified to have children,
who will be reduced to simplicity by this world.
Though individuality may come in flashes,
anything colourful will be burned to ashes,
And the sparks of identity lost.
But then I remember they'd be my children,
So their voices would surely be heard.