Why are the sins of the father laid upon the children? Why do all our societal problems prey on our most innocent?
We all have to grow up, but why so soon for some of us? A sick and endless cycle of injustice. What are we bound to that won’t break us free from it? Is there anything that will break us free?
We’re no better than the beasts in the wild. That dark, dangerous wild that preys on the weak, young, and elderly.
I want my innocence back. I want to avenge what was taken from me…what was taken from all children.
From Abel to Trayvon - give us back our innocence.
From the verbally abused to the sexually abused - give us back our innocence.
Let the cries of a generation marred and tainted by the societal evils of a world drenched in darkness be heard from around the globe - “Give us back our innocence, you son of a bitch!”
Let me take back what is rightfully mine. The world will already take enough, but my innocence is mine, and I will keep it for as long as I desire. I will give it up on my terms, not yours.
Keep your hands off! Don’t touch, fondle, or play. Don’t smack, scratch, or bruise. Don’t look at my innocence like a thief eyeing a treasure. For I am more beautiful than anything you’ve seen, which makes me most vulnerable. I am as pure as the sun that sets and the moon that rises. I am the clear sky on a summer’s day. I am the snow untainted by the footprint. Back away! Back away! You will not come closer!
I am my own and what I own is mine. You have no right, given by heaven above or hell below, to take what is mine - you will not have my innocence.
But the sun and moon get blocked by the clouds of injustice. Night falls on the day. The snow is melted by the burning eyes of the predator. Thus, the children scream…and no one is there. No one. Is. There.
Innocence. Lost. Again.