16 Jul 2016 – Sonnet
I walk around the world each day at dawn,
to bleary eyes stark sights present themselves.
New miseries crowd out the old. The pawns
pushed off the world with those whose noses delve
too deeply in the dirty deeds of kings
and corporations, boasting now such rights
as those of feudal lords. For us, no Spring
of liberation comes to end their blight.
Our black men murdered, just for being black!
Our opportunists roar because the chance
presents itself, and they hurl fresh attacks.
The mobs and they flaunt destiny – and dance!
Does God look down and weep? Does He implore
we stop and offer righteous acts – not gore?