The life of the innocent

December 15, 2013

Look at the child

so sweet and small

will it be wild

or here at all

Look at the toddler

so precious and sweet

a little waddler

such a treat

Look at the baby

with cheeks so red

Never thought maybe

Never it bled

Look at the fetus

Simple and sweet

Will it be with us

Will it be a treat

The life so small

innocent bliss

stuck in a wall

everything amiss

a needle

a plague

so feeble

the rage

to take a life

so innocent and sweet

is to start a strife

that can’t be beat

Life’s not over

because of a child

even with no lover

or when life is mild

A start

not a finish

is the part

when your in it

So take care of the one’s

that can’t speak at all

Or you’ll see that the sun’s

set to fall

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