Death of Innocence
echoes of whispers of old slaves that sung
so long ago when children were hung
hanging from ropes their little feet swayed
while the rhymes of sad voices passed though the glade
mourning at night and sleeping through tears
the elderly thought of those innocent years
parents and neighbors and friends filled with grief
to see young stolen lives fall by the hand of a thief
one by one these little caskets prepare
for their final moments in this sickly air
passing on down to the grave there below
and they are covered with dirt until they no longer show
so long ago when children were hung
hanging from ropes their little feet swayed
while the rhymes of sad voices passed though the glade
mourning at night and sleeping through tears
the elderly thought of those innocent years
parents and neighbors and friends filled with grief
to see young stolen lives fall by the hand of a thief
one by one these little caskets prepare
for their final moments in this sickly air
passing on down to the grave there below
and they are covered with dirt until they no longer show