We Have Been Called

We have been called
  naive
as if it were
a dirty word
We have been called
  innocent
as though with shame
our cheeks should burn
So
We visited with
the careful idols
of cynicism
to learn to sneer
and pant and walk
  so as not to feel the scales
  of judgement rub wrongly
But we say
  some things must
  remain simple 
  some things must remain
  untouched
  and pure
lest we all forget
the legacy which begot us
the health of our origions
the poetry of our fundamental selves

And so
it is to
the longing hearts we sing
rise! spread
your wings!
Let no hand
nor ill will
keep you.