Age: 3 Weeks


Behind this glass,
I see you there.
I can't do a thing,
You don't even care.

Hitting and chasing,
These poor little souls.
Screaming for life,
Why play the toll?

Lieing there dead,
Piles and piles.
Hundreds of thousands,
Stacking in miles.

Can't do a thing,
About their own fate.
Age: 3 weeks,
And it's already too late.