Innocence and experience
Written by @linzo
Within the sound of silence is a fleeting moment
Holding a floating feather into oblivion
As captured innocence reveals its face
In an effort to still play child like games
School bag in tow, weight of world on a child’s shoulder
Skipping merrily to the harvester’s tune
Ideas fed in knowledge, in exchange for purity
Innocence bottled up, cookie cutter gears up
A blank stare, withdrawal in confusion
Betrayal compiled with a need for greed
As innocence becomes a battlefield for profiteers
Haggling stolen child hoods to the highest bidder
An amassed rebellion, innocence wakes up
In a galvanising childlike giggle ripple effect
Fed by the blazing fires of love and compassion
Touching the face of innocence
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