Sonnet 450

You have been liberated, I set you free
Now free to soil the very womb of time,
Yes free to lust for all life’s forgeries
And all faux worth society defines.
What tenet proffered helped you to decide?
What chosen path subtends eternal bliss?
What crafted compass shall your soul now guide
Where forces dark lead not your heart amiss?
No more the surly bonds of hearth and home,
Those trying little hands that sap your life;
No burdened homilies like numbing gloam
That fail to venerate the makeless wife.
This sovranty, now but soft shackles worn;
And from false faith, a new oppression born.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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