child

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.