A Tsonnet - Poem by Dan Reynolds
How can we ever comprehend or care,
as bystanders who question all we see?
Discouraged by the lack of logic there,
within the cause of each catastrophe.
Is Nature now the weapon of the gods?
What sacrifice could this be offered for?
The athiests and theists are at odds
on how this reinforces faith, once more.
A random act of nature or a test,
designed to rally each religion's strength?
Regardless, on the ground they do their best,
as humans show they'll go to any length...
we'll put aside these trivial affairs..
compassion shouldn't catch us unawares?
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