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When we were just born,
Our minds were filled with innocence,
Not knowing what was right or wrong,
Not even knowing defiance,
As we grew older by a year or two,
Our world grew bigger and larger,
Innocence was with us too,
For none of us knew any wiser,
As life started to show its bristles and thorns,
And when people told naught but lies,
Innocence was considered as something scorn,
In this world full of evil ties,
But a mindless few hid behind a shield,
Pretending as though evil was rot,
And to no avail these people will yield,
Teaching future generations what's right and what's not.

8 Jan 08

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