The Nature of Chaos

They put me on a pedestal and they mock me.
I dont understand their words.
Of course it is because I am too young.

And at once I ask to speak, for I am confused,
why the pedestal, why me?
and so those are my questions.

But of course the crowd is too loud to even hear my plea,
For sadly I only whispered it.
I am afraid.

And I ask once more, trying for courage,
But again they mock louder than I speak.
My courage battles their noise.

And so we fight and we fight until I am pressed off
of the pedestal by a young man, who silent,
Watches man after man become their own enemy

He watches man after man, destroyed by their own ambition
join the jeering crowd below
each thinking they are still fighting for their own

But only destroying every other.