Hijacked horizons

Everything we ever owed the youth

 was stuffed in a Molotov

& thrown through their window

to drive them to the streets.

We've hijacked their horizon

 and put it to a beat,

   bound it to a 2-block radius

  with chains around its feet.

The reaper visits with a frequency

 that few adults have matched,

   his grim face is so familiar

   young ones tend to get attached.

So tomorrow just brings bullets

shot from yesterday's barrels,

downward spirals are

the resting place &

each breath brings its perils.