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The Loss Of Innocence

Can anything ever compare
To the loss of innocence
Of a child born into the world
With nothing but that very nature
Which the world waits to steal…

Can anything be more dreadful
Or more painful or even horrific..
Than a child who has to grow
Way too soon, all too much
Much too wise for his tender years..
Are his days not meant to be
Filled with the sheer wonder
Of many splendorous discoveries
Strewn all around his way?

Are her nights not meant to be
For sweet slumber of anticipation
Of pleasures and treasures
to be unearthed the very next morn..
Oh, can anyone recompense
The loss of a child’s innocence
By hard labor, stealthy abuse or
the utter selfish acts of those
Who were to have been her sentinels...

No, nothing can wipe away
The oozing gash of a child
When his innocence is shredded
And he’s forced to see
the ugly side of this world..
Way too soon, way too much!

For life, poverty, adults..
And all other vermin in between
Have robbed him of and made her lose
Those beautiful rose tinted glasses
A precious gift received
from the Angles who kissed 'em
while on their way to this world!
Oh, who can ever recompense
The sad loss of a child’s innocence?

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