The Death of Innocence

So often I’ve wondered why and how

We’ve chosen to slaughter the sacred cow

Nothing is sacred to us anymore

No mystery or intrigue like we had before

Our children are grown by age of five

They know all things by the age of nine

We have stolen their youth and innocence

Amazingly, for this we expect recompense

We’ve murdered the family in the first degree

Smiling, we flaunt the deed for all to see

We’ve taken the best without passing it on

The days of innocence are certainly gone

Kids will be kids I’ve heard it said

Now they’ve chosen ‘Second Life’ instead

They live now in a world of their own

Vulnerable to predators whom we condone

©11/29/08Terry Sutherland

This poem inspired 'Innocence - Rebirth'

by Thurman Woodfork