doug bentley

Rookie - 267 Points (11/25/51 / Edmonton, Canada)

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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Topic(s) of this poem: madness

Comments about Sonnet 24 by doug bentley

  • Rajendran Muthiah (4/4/2013 2:43:00 AM)

    Tragedy is the climax.The end good or bad is at the hands of the man.Mindless tragedy occurs by fate. The new generation is a confused lot. Wonderful! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 4, 2014

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