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Child Of Innocence

Poetry By: TheUnnamedOne

A poem I wrote a few years ago and still one of my favorites.

Submitted:Mar 13, 2013    Reads: 216    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

Child of innocence open your eyes,
look at this world living in the sky.
See all the people as they walk about,
see as they mingle, eat, sleep and shout.
Hear the harsh words, hear the cries,
listen to the screaming and the hurtful lies.
Chld of innocence what do you see?
What do you think when you look at me?
Do you see the hate and jealous fear,
do you see the pain or the silent tear?
Can you see the mistrust, the confusion,
can you see past the peaceful illusion?
What can you tell me of this world of ours,
what can you tell me of the fields of towers?
Child of innocence this world is blind,
with hope and love they've yet to find.
Child, sweet child, look at this life,
look at the sorrow, despair and feral strife.
Look and tell me, what do you speculate,
what do you say of our world's cruel fate?
Child of innocence if only you knew
of the things in this world that live to hurt you.
And the worst part is what the monsters are,
the true demons are us, young, old, near and far.
Child of innocence I pray for your pure heart,
because you are what keeps this world from falling apart.

Mother of insight I see more than you know,
of this world and things you try to show.
I see the people, how they live each day,
how they love and laugh and go their way.
I can hear the comfort in the words they speak,
and they talk with their children, the young and meek.
Mother of insight I see strength and hope,
you've stayed this long, at the end of your rope.
Mother I see the tears you cry, it hurts me too you know.
So I try to make you smile and giggle as you go.
I see the way you stumble through dirt,
and pick yourself up, brush off the mud and the hurt.
I can tell you I see wonder, and marvelous things,
when I look at technology and the good stuff it brings.
Mother of insight the world is crawling through sin,
looking for hope and love and a place to begin again.
Mother, dear mother, I look not with my eyes,
with my heart I can see through the thickest of lies.
Our world is fading, but we still find the joy,
that hides in each day, in a little plastic toy.
Mother of insight why can't you see,
of the things in this world that stand by to help me?
Though demons and humans may be the same,
it's all a part of a simple fear game.
Mother of insight I give you my heart,
it's the only thing keeping you from falling apart.


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