22 May 2017 – Sonnet
Some words aren’t worth wasting words on, others
almost seem to scream out for an answer.
Skulls are full of noise – the whirlwinds’ brother;
chaos has become a shameless dancer,
seducing us to fits of senseless rage.
Small matter what we claim are our beliefs
as empathy’s demise now marks our age.
Exhaustion leaves us weeping for relief.
Though no one listens, everyone replies!
‘Tis treason for a tongue to disagree,
and as we wallow, each in their own sty,
we damn all eyes who see what we can’t see.
Two narratives, dressed up in Truths’ disguise.
Alas, for we once called such half-truths “lies”.