Innocent

I don't know how to describe it if you read it tell me.

All just born are the world's innocent
yet to kill , betray, or fill with deceit
Not having learned all of mans' sins
yet to have sampled all of life's pain
Some grow innocence unchanged and
others grow to live for hurt and pain

Thousands of voices cry out in silence
slain by hands that no longer care
Blood of the innocent can stain forever
only washed away by regretful tears

Even now the world cries out for a reason,
it demands its' own revenge.
And those who did it hide, not in shame,
but to plot and strike again

Innocence born grow-up too fast
Innocence born does not last
Veils ripped from the eyes...
Killed Betrayed, Filled with Lies.