The Innocent Grief

The innocent grief Once upon a time, Like in the begining, it all started, With a call, The people in a need, In need of a way of life, Guess then was the genesis of Religion, laws, rules, regulation, education And on and on, Like a compitition, some lay the way other's follow, finally, It always goes down To a man, The humble man, Who always keep right All rules and so on, He try to do all right, Yet like a confusion, He was caught at honesty, Realising that obeying Was right, but in a new knowledge Wrong, Here he bleed, with a deep pain, What will you do, when you realise, All you know was a lie? In this quest, The innocent grief.