Dark continents and hellish hinterlands move the youth apart. Fresh seasons drown the once victorious as newer cyclones spin like old motorbikes. Repeating anguish always as new children yawn awake. Forever innocent ones endure hardships wicked mankind has brought down on it's own descendants. Misery by birthright for the children suffer always more. There is no place even somewhere for them to be happy. Nowhere on this surface can tell any better so they can go without suffrage great for the small ones. Prayers abound but they get to high and never come down.