Who defends peace with chaos?

     I. 
we are The abandoned forget-me-nots.
wide-eyed but in doubles, surrounded by others
without mothers or fathers alike. 
huddled together around a candle like the rats
that live under the floorboards and in the walls.
lunging for crumbs, regular beatings for reasons
apparent as air, Orphan annie is only a fairytale. 
we are the abandoned forget-me-nots. 

     II. 
we are the forgotten children. 
middle-class, close To poverty never get a chance
to make the news. no one wants to see 
dirty children in a crowded Home when there is a 
high-class child in an Empty castle. 
we are at the hands and feet of care-takers,
he has a paid man to wait at his hand and foot. 
we are the forgotten children. 

     III. 
we are the uprising. 
the children destined for coffins have risen
from the dead and have matured into anger. 
multiplying By the dozens, we are the ants
of the city that build discrete hills and portals. 
an underground map made only for true 
vengeance; made only for A real change. 
we are The uprising. 

     IV. 
i am the Match.
decades of watching the aristocracy 
have made my pockets weep with my soul. 
those who profit from the poor must be smart
enough to solve a puzzle to benefit us All,
or else the Night will forever flood with 
the actions of a vengeful dominating population.
you are the flare.