innocence, who does not want to

be blameless, not the problem

or another i told you so, told you to, told you

you, you, you

and i was once a child,

whom adults smiled to, whom teenagers

gave way to, i was to be protected.

then the growing up comes,

suddenly the world no longer sees me,

well, they say

life is harsh.

at least for those with less,

thus the battle always has

been us versus them,

money or power is king.

no one disputes this,

quickly silenced.

god is just another stamp

of tongues wagging,

cheap whatever.

everyone can see the real god

behind all this fascade,

even the child.

mommy, daddy

you no longer love me.