Innocence is pure
It’s very precious
Innocence is like
A new born baby
Being brought
Up in a chaotic
Pure as the sunrise.
Over the years it
Starts to drip
With blood.
What was pure
As now being

It all came to a
Violent hult.
A stop that is active.
A new red fire
Sunrise starts up
Innocence is unknown
To the younger generations
Exposed to everything
Virginity goes down
the drain without a way
Of containing it.

As the new sun rises
Each day.
So does a new way
Of evil
Makes its way to
The role models
For the younger ones.
I call out to innocence
For it has been forcefully
Chased out
From our community.
All I hear is echos
Of my words
Coming back at me.

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