05 Dec 2015 – Sonnet

A global warming, sounding an alarm,
or just a passing three-day fever’s flush?
Another sign the world must be well armed,
or just a lull before good sense gets shushed?
They hardly give us time to sort the dead
before the next load lands at our front door.
The vilest violence happens in our heads:
we call it commonplace, and just ignore
the bloody handprints of our own neglect,
and twist the facts to fit our foul excuse,
and heed the demagogues that we elect
to sing us back to sleep – our threat defused.
A jaded generation past repair –
no hope of change until they’ve disappeared.