Sonnet 161, The Sky Is Dark Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The sky is dark, the clouds are moving over,
For love lay in ashes with innocent around;
Earth in blood stained on grass and a flower,
Scars from love, where silences are now found.
How can this be here, in love, peace and hope?
Where shelter is needed for those suffering;
When peaceful summer's nothing but of grope,
When in such moments it should peacefully sing.
Are then our dreams of building on love, gone?
For we have the innocent raped and killed;
And not kept any of the commandments,
You shall never slay your brother, nor anyone.
For you'll inherit the earth, as you fulfilled,
Yet we have never shown remorse or relents.