04 Dec 2015 – Sonnet

Come shelter here in place, my love, with me,
I hear the sound of gunshots in the hall.
Behind this door I hear the bodies fall –
the madman of the moment starts his spree.
The world spins ’round too fast for us to flee;
the toy of merchants, just a pretty ball.
We have this moment only, let us call
it destiny, and pledge your heart to me.
The wise men tell us life’s a passing dream.
If so, a nightmare endlessly repeats
before our eyes, no dawn brings us relief
from sirens, gunshots, or the victims screams.
No will at all for change spells man’s defeat,
so kiss me, love, before life ends in grief.