by Nick Gisburne
As children, left to scavenge on the streets
They live like beasts, but stay together, strong
A world of struggles, setbacks and defeats
But to a single purpose they belong
Inventions, strange and deadly, fill their dreams
Designs they scratch and scrape into their skin
The tattooed children’s enigmatic schemes
Conceal the seething bitterness within
And now, at last, the nightmares come to pass
A legion of unthinkable machines
Monstrosities of silver, steel and brass
They rise to wreak revenge, by any means
And those who once abandoned them must die
But not before they face the question: “Why?”
