Pity the Child

Pity the child
(begin with a capital letter, punctuation is key)
Chrysalid of humanity
(metaphors are effective, remember to keep the beat)
Becoming, not complete
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Learning to be...
(ambiguity and metafiction add artistic flare)

Pity the child, chrysalid of humanity
Taught to live inside this world, learning how to be...
Becoming an adult, but never quite complete,
Learning day by day the skills to keep them on their feet

Pity the adult, moth of night to come
Once childhood has flitted past and wilted in the sun
Can name a nation’s capital and knows the offside rule
And many other things that they called “life skills” back in school

Pity the child, born of system into shock
Once life skills fail and cities fall, and numbers lose their stock
The maggot of the dying world consumes this blighted tree-
My childhood is gone- and all that’s left is brief memories of me.