innocence

two pretty children were dancing, dancing
their laughter caught my eye
the gaiety, the frolic,
the spontaneity was bursting in the air

all around them lurked reality
how the world really was
but maybe not for them
not for the moment
not now

the crime, the hardships,
the politics, all so present
the death, the power,
the lies we all feel and accept
do not exist as of yet

they will, to be sure,
and all too soon is the shame of it
but for this moment,
on this day,
at this time
the world as it was meant to be, is theirs
these two pretty dancers