The beauty that is your seed,
Sacred it is
As is the words of the creed
That you sing and profess.
It is innocent of life's sin,
Of adult activity,
Taboo of any a kin.
To cross that bridge,
Think of certain desires,
Is punishable by noose and stones,
It should be punishable by the laws of old.
For who dare stain the innocence that is a child,
Kill the life in them so mercilessly?
Who swears by their ancestors yet breaches the trust that is meant to protect?
It is heartbreaking,
To see a young flower flutter in its growth,
For the mind never forgets,
The betrayal follows like a shadow to the grave.
Has the world,
Dynamic in its character,
Reached a point that the forces of nature have to be defied?
A mongrel distinguishes not
Mother from daughter,
Sister or aunt
It goes about satiating its pleasures
With not a care in the world!
Life's a cycle,
There's nothing new under the sun,
And like the fate of cities of a decade once upon a time,
Might be the fate of a decade of this day and time!
