Scooba KidLife,Spring,Awakening,A Youth begins to consume it's coccoonHardly prepared for what lies outside,It's blind eyes begin to seevisions of disgusting beauty,Joy is paired with violence,Feeling good when others die,Blissful ignorance to the truth,Unobserved, for it's only play,What a world, when kids play war,And smile as they take their brother's life away,Nothing new is to blame,The television and the radio is producedby those who played cowboys and indianscops and robberswhile their fathers were overseas.The excited minds of torturous childrenGiven the tools of an adultWill pass a gun down to his childrenFar larger than