The Price of Innocence

 

The Price of Innocence

Through vulnerable eyes, she was innocent

Her purity was plucked; her mind was bent.

She was drugged and drowned in alcohol,

Falsely induced, forced to pay Satan’s toll.

By unconscionable predators, so depraved,

The iniquitous deeds of the badly behaved.

Letting loose their desire upon the young,

In lustful acts, gone her innocence unsung.

By the predators who traded gullible teens,

Into the underworld of their wicked dreams.

Lust feeding the hunger of depraved minds,

The awful disease in the worst of mankind.

So many innocent lambs sent to slaughter,

Revolting men abusing someone’s daughter.

Kids stolen and trafficked round the world,

With the venom of deceitfulness unfurled.

Resetting the baseline, to integrity inverted,

Pure naivety stolen by sick minds perverted.

Depraved men engrossed within the ride,

Now dodging the shame of truth, they hide.

Their moral compasses pointing due south,

Drowning in the litany of lies they espouse.

With the awful truth hidden and disguised,

The fearsome scum of the earth despised.

The evidence being erased without reason,

Sex slaves abused by the ungodly heathen.

Victims left the burden of another’s shame,

As cowards hide, afraid to speak their name.

We mourn adolescence lost, laughter taken,

The trust cleft, lives upended and shaken.

Where are the predators now hidden within,

When will they stand trial for all of their sins?

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Feb 2026)

 

Stone Cold ICE

In remembrance of Renee Good and Alex Pretti

Stone Cold ICE

I stared into its stoney eyes, in disguise, a world distorted,

Where dreams of humanity were being badly thwarted.

In the gaze I lost my way, cast amidst the disenchanted,

Descending into the state of hatred that had been planted.

In place of warmth, and harmony, an awful ugliness grew,

From a cold unpleasant state of mind, that I never knew.

There the madness of men dwelt, with hardened hearts,

Casting their callous minds adrift, their sallow souls apart.

With revolting ideology lodged within an alternate space,

Where love of friendship, and compassion, held no place.

Their awful reign of terror spawned by brains unhinged,

The state of lawlessness generated by a malignant fringe.

The vile old man who ranted and raved a load of dribble,

The sickening stain upon the nation from his acrid piddle.

Men in masks, no name, no face, pepper spray, and guns,

Intolerant bigots badly bred, Proud Boys and Satan’s sons.

What do they see, what outrageous shame, do they hide,

With the hatred and intolerance that they harbour inside.

The clans of unscrupulous felons, committing executions,

The beastly scum of the earth, breaching the constitution.

Targeting American citizens born of colour, that they see,

Snatching defenseless women, and kids, in their evil spree.

Leaving them bruised, battered, abandoned by the way,

Dropped in parks and strange places, bloodied and dazed.

Committing coldblooded public executions in city streets,

Their lawless intimidation casting shame upon the police.

The countenance of destruction their malevolent measure,

The wicked hand of hate crimes their repugnant pleasure.

With no conscience embraced, within their wickedness,

And yes, I felt the wrath of their ill-tempered stoniness.

Toward innocent people packed in dirty prison camp sites,

Incarcerated on trumped up pretexts, against their rights.

I lamented to the abhorrent sins that ICE had transgressed,

For their aim to create a world of lost souls and oppressed.

Through its narrow eyes, ICE despised so many people good,

Destroying social order where other cultural values stood.

Casting a world full of desolation and shattered dreams,

Forcing people into submission like bygone cruel regimes.

Bound by fear that fed the merciless inferno with the dead,

With its brazen sickness lusting for innocence as it spread.

Twisting, writhing, deforming, leaving waste in its wake,

Destroying people’s lives, families, creating heartache.

I saw through its evilness, the clouds of smoke screens,

To the future, to a shattered world, of ruthless extremes.

And as the sun set, to mark the final days that dawned,

Nothing was left but brokenness and innocence scorned.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Feb 2026)