12 Jul 2016 – Sonnet
I shall not stain my hands nor foul my soul
by standing at the ballot box to cast
a vote for either evil! There’s a scroll
that bears my name, emblazoned – as if glass
became a living flame to blind the night,
and I dare not defile my life’s account,
by selling what corrupted men count trite.
Can darkness outshine darkness? What amount
can justify pollution of one’s heart?
Which form of murder can you count as blest?
As hucksters come to tear this land apart
you fail to comprehend – you flunk the test!
Do what you will, and reason all you want,
in days to come there’ll be no cause to vaunt!