Unstable

The mind of the young is bendable,
But the prize a child has to offer is not expandable.

Many children are told that life is what you make,
But are not told it is easier to break.

When you take a child's precious gift,
You practically take their will to live.

Those who are strong will live on
But those unstable will soon be gone.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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