Fostering, Choice

They drift in, claim everything.
Steal the rest.
How could things so young destroy everything?
I try not to blame them, they came for help. Even if I wouldn't have chosen my refuge to be theirs.
They test the saints patience who I don't have faith in.
The ones who caused this mess pass them off, never suffering any consequences.
Where's the justice in this?
"Did no one tell you? It doesn't exist. It's survival of the fittest."
Well, I'd like to live not just exist.