Virtual Reality Poem by Shutterfly Roses

Their young eyes watch without horror
the death and destruction they are creating
Innocent minds filled with bloody images
They blink

In packs or alone
In two's or in three's
They are hungry;
Immune to nature
They kill

Terrorising young victims
Their ultimate pleasure
the immediate rush;
they increasingly crave
Like a drug the death holds them,
to its mercy they are bound.

The young vetrans of virtual war
Spreading anger and hatred
without their x box controls.
Seemingly immune to the reality of a jail cell's door.