Lost Innocence ©

Like any child conceived
thought the best ever got
It's easy to imagine
What was said as like as not
And envisage his kindred
Staged around his cot
Engaged at coo-cooing
The innocent tot
A man yet to be his
Peoples' so sad undoing
And as it turned out best never begot
This child free of sin as their religion perceived
Better by far that he stayed unconceived
Kinder his father's land
had fared better without
Of that no-one would surely doubt
But if at this inapt Christening
An all-knowing God was omnipresently listening
As kin folk chukked Adolf's drooling chin
How could He let the horrors begin?