I can hardly contain myself
When I inhale the sweet, powdery scent
Of a new born
It makes me want to squeeze and nibble
The infant, wrapped up like a mummy

Pure innocence is amongst me, as i gaze
No gliches in personality, none has formed
No cursing or negativity yet to subscribe
No physical violence shows, just subtle movement
Pure joy in bundles, have arrived around the world

These pure bundles are the world's new leaders
They come in all colors and genres
One could assume the world would be at peace
Yet it is conflicted with killers, rapists and abusers
The bundles of joy have been consumed with evil

Where do we go wrong?
So drastically wrong!