Sonneteers Forum Mess of Pottage

Mess of pottage.

Sonnet rispetto.

Time�s out of joint, the whole world is insane.
The war hawks poised to swoop upon their prey.
I don�t know what benefit they can gain.
We must defend ourselves, is what they say
by striking first we will reduce the pain
there really is no other way.
Whose pain? The lovers of those killed
to see warlike ambitions fulfilled.
Go to you fools and understand that might
that is used wrongly rebounds back again.
Power and wealth do not confer the right
on any nation to inflict war�s pain.
On a world struggling towards the light
attempting to erase the sin of Cain.

2004.

Sonnet rispetto

One stanza of Ottavo Rima
Combined with either Italian or Sicilian sestet