23 Jul 2016 – Sonnet
They say the earth is sinking sand indeed,
grows worse each day, by hatred torn apart.
A shrine to endless war and endless greed,
a freezing waste where all must hide their hearts.
A common theme which I, myself, have sung,
fed daily on a litany of woes
the organ-grinder monkey news flings. Dung
to mingle with the great despair it sows.
Though Eden may be lost, there still abides
a starlit stage of wonder to our eyes
where kind old men still choose to be our guides,
and goodness walks our streets without disguise.
So know, know well, this monkey and his bait!
His goal: to train your soul to fear and hate!