A lost child calls for his mother. She does not answer; she is not here. She has gone back to the rocks, the forest of metal to work for gems that feed him. The other people stay around the huge, bloody red demons. They don't have to work two jobs, they live away from those people. They can stay in front of the demons and bitch about the want of the mother no wanting to work so hard.
A not quiet adult walks threw the crowd looking at the big red things. It walks towards the exit, not having anywhere to go, but not wanting to be there. The people sneer and yell at it. Tell it it's not patriotic, that it is wrong, that it should not think that it has to be smarter. Its by the entrance, it stops and screams. No! I do love my country, enough to die for it. I do love my my kind. I want women to be able to choose if they want to breed you. I want us to be able to go to school. I shouldn't be discriminated. Are men and women should not be dying. They should have help. They should be home. It shouldn't be about money. I shouldn't be so scared, afraid if I will die for your blood money!
It cries, tears fall down its face, but it's all on deft ears. The silent screams are not heard. Not heard because its a worm to all these ugly birds. It walks out yells still being heard, but they can't hurt it. The world they made worst than them. It walks from the dark black gave to the gray rocks and shinny silver steel city. As it walks other its pass; its cross paths. Some its together, most alone ot in groups. All lost, not knowing what to do or what will come.