Sonnet 24 - Poem by doug bentley
tragedy struck last night on the tv screen.
there's no turning away from this conclusion.
wings of the age bring war. a phoenix scream
chills blood. our children inherit confusion.
the mass mess has not been plugged
nor berlin wall in our brain lifted siege;
our future by mad sciences is drugged;
Vine infected by anarchies of mad age;
the sacred by profane has been defamed;
minds harnessed to mindless patterns;
the quality of mercy has been strained;
our center lost in centrifugal motions.
tragedy is the climax, not end of life,
but mindless tragedy is fate of strife.
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