Shhh

I wipe the small, petty, vindictive venom from your lips
Sanitize the air polluted by them
I will clip your fangs if I have to
This is not the legacy we will pass on
Your wounds
Claw marks and ripped skin 
Will not mar youthful innocence
And loving hearts
They will continue to know a loving embrace
And soft kisses for as long as possible
Before the ugliness and cruelty of the world
Changes them forever
You will not speed them toward that end

-gws