09 Nov 2016 – Sonnet

At some point even God’s fed up, and says
“Go off and die! The desert sands consume
the stubbornness that owns your hearts and heads,
and give your patient children breathing room!”
Once weeds of hatred sink their roots this deep,
the fire is the only certain cure,
and though THAT contemplation makes one weep,
the other choice will be that hate endures –
forever! There’s no half-life for the sin
of Cain who spilled his brother’s quaking blood.
For unfeined virtue ever to begin
the evil must itself drown in the flood.
No guarantees though, any evil seed
may reproduce itself in children’s deeds.