Sin of Innocence

The world is not a virtuous place, I have come to know

Its residents did not treat me well, I couldn’t figure out why.

Seven years I lived there, I didn’t have any foes,

Still I had to be dumped into debris, I couldn’t figure out why.

 

I never fought with anyone, to everyone I was nice,

Still I had to face monstrous things, I couldn’t figure out why.

I went out, only to play, my motive clear and innocent 

But still they did despicable things, I couldn’t figure out why.

 

I bawled and begged for mercy, I tried hard to escape

But the beast ignored and crept even closer, I couldn’t figure out why.

I shook my hands violently but probably, they were too small,

I prayed but the pain still increased every moment, I couldn’t figure out why.

 

I let out deafening screams, his clumsy hands covering my mouth

Happier and fiercer, he got as I did so, I couldn’t figure out why.

I called out to God for help, I called everyone, Mom and Dad

But everyone seemed deaf to my shrieks, I couldn’t figure out why.

 

Now when I am in Heaven, now when I am disenthralled, 

The same heedless world is calling my name, I can not figure out why.

At the time I needed them to be there, no one paid attention 

Now everyone seems concerned about me, I can not figure out why. 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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