Cold Dawn

If the future holds the cries of a blow,

Why will not our nation flow?

We feel our fingers touch the driest dust

And still the people begin to dimmer the armor's lust

Is it because out melting pot does not have related ingredients?

Or is it because we serve ourselves poor and disobedient?

Can we be happy and fair like the preaching choir?

Or do we have to burn and destroy like the fire?

Why can't we be as sharp as the knives,

Instead of waiting our lives, waiting on wives?

I wish we could be as touchy as a song

Rhyming and singing all day long

Where imagination opens our curious windows

As we start saying goodbye to all of our foes

Author's Note

My first sonnet.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

an important message here, and I believe we should try some togetherness, in terms of ideas and consideration... we are so toxic in America, it's hard to digest; our future looks rather bleak unless we can agree on ideas much more than we have...I doubt your wishes will come to fruition...it would be nice!
Warmly, B

[Ezekiel Silver]

A very unique piece here. I like the clear voice and message you put in it. I would recommend spacing the poem's words every few lines though, just so it would be easier to read without getting lost.

[DogDrawler]

I'm not sure sonnets have stanzas.

[Ezekiel Silver]

Well, I just meant poems in general and if sonnets don't then that shows how little I know about them.