Innocence raped, births unwanted children of knowledge
These bastard babes of awareness, insight and wisdom cry as blind night becomes dawning sun
The warmth of day shines upon ugly, repulsive and loathsome faces
Revealing undernourished, diseased heirs of human legacy
Hungry to suckle the breast of entitlement
Fed artificially sweetened pablum of media that rots the teeth of charity
Chewing on technological teething rings of violence sharpening canines unsheathed
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Author:
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- Published: April 3rd, 2025 02:39
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The world certainly has turned bad, your language and powerful imagery in this is flawless. There is so much wrong, I was reflecting on the fact human touch will soon be a thing of the past, and our world will be left to trolls sitting behind their computer screens causing others harm. 🌹
I'm glad you caught the metaphor in this and indeed the world changes for what we see as worse but the loss of innocence has always been a painful experience. Thanks so much for the read my friend
By observation we send of our offspring into the world via school, etc. And they come home someone else’s child (teknon) as technology is the child of applied sciences so are ours the children of social experimentation. But that’s just my opinion 🙏🏻🕊️
You have the main part of my initial intent in this poem my friend. Indeed with all of us the loss of innocence is a rape. Thanks so much for the read and comment it is always appreciated.
That’s how it came across, taking away of innocence; I can’t still see mine in my mind’s eye 🙏🏻🕊️
All I can say as this is close to home,the forceable loss of any innocence is painful damaging and unforgivable, well written write
Thanks so much for the review and comment it is most appreciated.
You are very welcome
Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi appreciate it
The metaphor of the "fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil" found in Genesis comes through in this poem without ever mentioning it. Even the ancients understood that knowledge is what we all seek after as human beings, but it is knowledge and curiosity for it that leads us to our peril...to our being expelled from the paradise of innocence. The question is, if offered once more the blue pill (paradise) or the red pill (leave the damn matrix and see the world for what it is on our own ), which would we choose? Not sure. There are days I would say paradise. Other days, I am here in the storm brooding but grateful. At this point more the latter than the former, but lost and MISSED innocence is a thing. Great write here, Soren! A total fave. 🌹🕯️
Much appreciated Tristan for the read and interpretation. Yes innocence has its price as does knowledge if there is such a thing.
Exactly, What the hell do we know? 🤣 An elusive epistemological mystery at best. Maybe there is no such thing as knowledge and, in our ignorance, thinking we know is the "sin". 🤷♂️ The things late night ponderings are made of. You are most welcome, my friend!
A fine powerful and truthful write
Thanks for the review my friend it is much appreciated
Ahh, and more recipes for KP. Of course, I feed her metaphorically relating to your poems, never with any actual food! lol.
She must be getting pretty thin by now. Thanks so much Orchi appreciate the read
She says to me 'It's all right for you being all metaphorical, but I'm not getting anything to eat!' lol.
The social viles that creeps the society and the loss of hope is totally entailed by these lines….days are becoming worst, no matter where the finger points.
Thank you so much for your review and comment it is appreciated
Wow. Powerful and poignant. Great work.
Thank you Thomas appreciate the read and comments they are always valued
Intriguing words soren, the world has certainly turned into a darker place in our lives.
Andy
Thanks for the read Gold maybe it is just our perception, I remember my father saying the same thing. Your comments are always valued
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