the guilt of innocence

September 18, 2008

once upon a time
a father was just that
a brother was a brother
an uncle; an idol
yes, a shamba boy; a playmate
but now? monsters; ogres

those eyes
those little blank eyes
that only knew care
that only knew trust
that only knew love
all these’ no longer know

those eyes
those little blank eyes
now know fear
now know mistrust
only know hate
yes, the new ways of the world

those eyes
those lttle blank eyes
those eyes of innocence
those eyes that knew guilt
robbed of their innocence
robbed of their blankness

those eyes
eyes once blank
eyes once innocent now see everything
now know guilt
those little blank eyes

i am tired
yes, very tired
tired of singing
tired of crying
tired of speaking
of those little blank eyes

i am tired
yes, very tired
but just can’t cease
i can’t just stop
singing, crying and speaking
of those little blank eyes

let us return
let us return to the olden days
yes, once upon a time

then shall we rejoice
then shall we sing
of joy, peace and innocence
of those eyes
those little blank eyes
that once knew nothing

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