Sleeping Innocence Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

Innocence, not in the imagination
But present in the physical new born
Fragile and cute in mother's Paunch
Lying serene and unaware
Of the tumult of a crazy city
Whose inhabitants are insane
In a world beautifully formed
Before the advent of man's evil ingenuity

Soon she will wake from peaceful slumber
Grow and mature to lose her innocence

If she should know this metamorphosis before hand
I bet she would prefer to continue her sleep
In peaceful incorrigibility.

(Thursday 20th September,2007,22.36 pm)