12 Jul 2016 – Sonnet

We catch our breath, we clench our fists to fight,
a wildly drumming heart drowns out the rest.
Paralysis means perish! Love incites
us once more into war where we must wrest
the safety of our families from the hands
of those who hate us (or we’re told they do –
for this is all we’re left to understand –
God only knows if what we’re told is true!)
Who profits from this waste of poor men’s blood?
God reads our hearts, does He have need of proof?
Does He demand we mingle death with mud?
Can murder ever make us Sons of Truth?
Our sentence shall be decades more of pain
spent fearing future throes that never came.