Innocents Indecent Endeavors

Of the bastard’s son, his mentality belied That which was unforeseen among simple minded People. A state with which corruption pollutes and lies, While women in white sheets must be reminded. For who can join in speech of which social populace cries, When thou who is speaking knows not about the world therein? A world filled with painted red roses living in a civility veiled guise Must too soon realize that those who rule are those kingpins of tough skin. Maidens of weak nature who abstain from pleasures of flesh Are meant to be products of those who they sire from. While pristine image flounders like a home creche Mandates order amongst chaos, to live amongst the intellectually numb. Virgin innocence reins clipped and controlled by those noble Of intention, while the victim remains stuck in constructs – lost and immobile.