-APPLE-

Life was granted to a seed once planted
youth and innocence free
From that seed with lighting speed
came blossoms on a tree
Soon petals fell and cast a spell
the tree began to bare
Childeren ripe, though bred with spite
sent drifting in the air
Across the tracks, soon fell through cracks
and there begain to rot
No light of day, just dark and blay
a wicked dismal spot
Deprived of sun,though all was lost
the worst is yet to come
No moon, no stars, just bricks and bars
not knowing what they'd done
with nothing gained, emotions stained
fermented to the core
than turned to wine, yet bitter fine
and ached for them to sore
So who are 'They', how can they say?
'it's' how it has to be!
We all are born unkown of scorn...
     
                                     ...Innocent
                                     
                                        and free.