04 Mar 2016 – Sonnet
The best believe we’re interstellar dirt,
but God’s good name gets uttered by the worst.
Hypocrisy tempts many souls to flirt
with atheism, hearing others cursed
for showing mercy to a land in pain
regardless of its race – or of its creed.
How can the superficial earn disdain
from those who claim that they believe indeed?
I’ve heard it said that each land holds a few
whose hearts are mercy, come whatever may,
and equal numbers of harsh cruelty’s crew,
but most are those – like reeds – the others sway.
I pray in days of rage that mercy speaks
to thwart this evil burning hatred seeks.