Why I Must Write-Sonnet - Poem by Joseph Anderson
When I survey this world amidst it's blight,
With famine, storms and threats of global war;
Are we descending unto final night?
I must do more than view this from afar.
No longer do we know the wrong from right,
We're drowning in a world of greed and lust;
Can we no longer see the blessed light
And strive to gain a brotherhood of trust?
With providence so seldom in our sight,
We seek the light in many myriad ways
For freedom from this world's embittered plight;
We struggle in our search for brighter days.
My time is spent, my pen won't spare this plight,
But hope and faith e'er spur my need to write.
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