When a child is born,
An intellectual bomb is dropped on the world,
Ideas galore like never before,
Massive potential awaits to be explored.
Standing on the edge of new,
Knitting a fantasy of her own.
She knows nothing but self,
Hopes to be embraced and loved.
She's trained to follow the stories told,
In your world, anomaly is abjured.
Reaching out from the whirlpool of stirrings
Seeks a hand that'd never let go.
Washed out to the shores,
Disgraced by faith and law,
Thoughts suppress deep inside-
Her ego rusts away to powders of dust.
Your creepy rules and your lousy lies
Shrivels the free soul of a tender child,
Some foughthard to find solace,
Some gave up and ended it in peace.
In the end, wrong is the new right,
World goes on like none was harmed.
The exasperated spirit of the child-
Inhibits the ethereal skies.
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