Sonnet 5 (The Second Deluge)
He grieves the loss of perfect innocence;
The nascent truth - a herald's cries of war,
For born into a world of violence,
The infant quickly stands upon life's shore.
Supplied and armed with faith and clad in hate,
Evincing nothing more than broken hope;
The gem of unity is left to fate.
"How can we vanquish evil of such scope?"
He ponders this, as suddenly his tea
Blots out most every article of blight,
A purging flood he failed to truly see.
He does, however, feel a bit contrite.
The coming of a new Deluge is near,
Perchance it's time for man to disappear?
Sonnet by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2006-11-28 at 04:44
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