Constance La France Poet Verse

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''And I Weep For the Innocent''

When I was just a little girl unaware of life,
      Father would take me to the park with him;
I loved the pond and the sweet ducks within,
            Mother, father and their babies full of trust.

The ducks like me knew nothing of corruption,
      Like me they were a symbol of true innocence;
The ugliness of the world could not touch us,
            In our naivete we just floated along with life.

We were sinless with no knowledge of being hurt,
      It was a beautiful day and we knew only that;
Oh to go back to those days of pure innocence,
            Where death had not touched my soul as yet.

And ducks only knew they liked the pond,
     They did not know that their days were few;
We heard some boys came and killed them,
            Father told me the world was sometimes bad.

I knew nothing in this age of innocence,
      I had no knowledge, no understanding yet;
Oh but that would come to this lamb of God,
            Yes the years have taken my instincts of trust.

Inside I am still that little girl at the pond,
      I love to watch nature in all its beauty;
But my innocence is shattered, and I see reality,
            Ugliness in the world has no limit it seems.

Dear God, is there anything more innocent,
     Than the children and all the helpless animals;
On the news every day the children are suffering,
           And I weep for the slaughter of the guiltless.

                       And the killers protest their innocence.


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August 17, 2015


Poetry/Verse/"And I Weep For The Innocent"
Copyright Protected, ID 15-700-464-0
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Written for the contest, The Instincts Of Innocence
sponsor, Justin Bordner

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Skat A September 5, 2015 at 12:52 PM Broken Wings , Congratulations :) On your wonderful Honorable Mention. ~SKAT~

Dr. Upma A. Sharma September 4, 2015 at 3:59 AM Wonderful emotive write n a great take on the theme broken! Congrats on big win!

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser August 19, 2015 at 7:28 AM Broken Wings such mild lines but hits hard!! Like it.. ~Olive Eloisa hugs!

Eric Boddie August 17, 2015 at 8:38 PM as an innocent victim myself....I Love these words because of their depth....the evils of men truly have no end....Lucifer hates us, simple and plain, no reason to pretend....

James Inman August 17, 2015 at 4:53 PM BW, I must admit it gets more and more difficult to remember those days and sometimes I wonder where I fit on the continuum of good and evil.

Andrea Dietrich August 17, 2015 at 3:46 PM Wonderful writing on this theme. Gosh, I do not even know OF this contest yet. I miss a lot in such a short time!! (this makes me think of the song: bless the beasts and the children)

James Peranteau August 17, 2015 at 10:42 AM Profound Verse here dear poet. Wow, this is reality Constance, and sad to say, my brother was one of the wicked's victim's. TY for sharing your gift of write....Have a wonderful week....much love, james

Eric Boddie August 17, 2015 at 1:01 AM a work in progress....to a writer is always the best....because it could always become so much more....and once finished, we await the encore....;)

Afolabi Muideen August 16, 2015 at 11:22 PM Well done BW.........A.M.

Eve Roper August 16, 2015 at 10:32 PM You are right they are working on it :~)