The Innocent

 Blankets of shame Cover the innocent For this sins of their fathers The sins of their brothers Innocent children live in nightmares Stripped of their dignity By those who are stronger Those who seek to cripple innocence Little ones hide their tears Afraid to show their pain Scared of what will happen to them If their cries are heard Mommies wipe bloody knees And catch them when they fall But they can't keep the monsters away at night They don't hear their children's calls Innocence killers grab tiny hands Leading them astray Covering little mouths with calloused hands Making sure they don't get away Suns rise ripe with blood The blood of the little victims Smeared all over the fathers and brothers Who have killed the innocent God of creation weeps He feels their pain Taking the children in His hands He makes us innocent again