innocence might live in a child’s
eye until dreams of Santa & Easter
bunnies die but it does not play
well in the grown up world where
ignorance is no excuse & what is
ignorance but grown up innocence
conjured not to know the way the
world works who gets in
who is locked out who is fed
who is hungry who lives inside
who can’t sit or lie who is protected
by justice when does she cover her eyes
who is laughing who is crying
wheres the truth
whats the lie
who gets to live
who is allowed to die
the reasons for the cruel cuts
the hands over the ears
the closed eyes
the broken hearts
the shattered lives
ignorant innocence is
not a room in which to hide
when accounts want settling
the sun sets on one paradigm
with another kicking in the door
there is no protection in not knowing
its a false act by a bad player
no one buys it
we see behind it
need no light to see the fear
flickering in side naked
without the lie of innocence
your stamp on the acts
that ravage
undo
kill
your face in the window
blood on your hand
you dancing around the hanging tree
with your children laughing merrily
swallowing the ocean
eating the sky
wanting all the sand on the beach
wearing heads around your neck
howling around the fire
fangs bared