A Sonnet Pondering

A sonnet about crime, punishment and enlightenment

There on a mound a crime today is born

How can you build there with unbridled trust

To this day, citizens from hell can scorn

Preponderance of evidence, shows lust

Those left behind beneath the grass are lost

Each sentient soul sold to the lot of grief

Left overs are we who now know the cost

Forged over millenniums as wanton thieves

You are not poisoned, prisoners of deeds

Where each breath is but a reflex taken

Through time we seek out levels for our creed

As clarity finds heaven an awakening

On a breeze, criminals hang there from trees

With strange ideas of freedom, being free

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Earl. Your sonnet reminded me of the dangers some face in their fight for freedom. In particular the execution recently of two men in Iran for demonstrating. These brave souls should be remembered. Your beautifully penned sonnet a reminder that freedom comes at a price. I hope all is good in your world. Pleased to find a post from you today.

Chris

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Chris,
Thank you so much for your interesting views and comments. Nice to hear from you. Everything is good. Life is good. Take care, Earl