Sunday, November 29, 2009

sonnet: world

Looking upon a sad forgotten face,
an old story reels out in such a way.
Like many before with a want of grace,
for something as simple as a bright day.

Children gone without food countless a night,
always in a thought of what love could be.
Mothers without a sense of wrong or right,
with thick tears so heavy they cannot see.

A never ending battle against strife,
a fate monster lives in dreams smothered deep.
They somehow move on with reason in life,
all of these things live which make a heart weep.

If you let the world make a change in you,
you can change the world with words but a few.