Trusting hearts,
Know not the vile
Nature of a rancid heart
And a rabid mind,
They come when called,
Surrender unknowing,
To lust, disguised in
elderly love.
They give in, because
We never talk about the word,
Although it’s there for all to see,
On temple walls and art, of course
But taboo it is, to speak of it,
Or encourage talk
In our walls, within.
They can see it on live tv,
Or see it on
Their monitors, for free,
But to talk of it to mothers
And fathers,
Is unspeakable;
such hypocrisy!
So, these innocent lives
Never know
What demented people
Have in store,
A candy or two,
A secret between the two,
Is all it takes
For innocence
To lose its trust .
If only we can open our minds,
As wide as we do our mouths and ears,
If only we can begin the talk
Of sex and privacy
Maybe then our children will be
more prepared than we
Care to see.
written after a conversation i had with my about-to-turn-teen daughter
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