Sonnet - 57 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Can you Vision that Mark stained on their Brow
As Penance for their Deeds screaming in Pain
Though Jester his Ridicule satisfied now
Plead where Conscience our Wounds bleed again
Where our Votives strike one's Innermost Bell
And rehearse our Perks willing to Forgive
When Chronicles adapt what we could Repel
And mark Further Deeds to Improve and Live
That be Human as Sorrowing Divine
As Necessity for us Humans Heal
To this Move-on for our Morals align
When Ripened and Aged Compassion will Feel.
Given this Chance by Heart and Soul improve
Crafted his Case though Lift his Chin above.