Sonnet 538

The world’s now too full of self it seems,
Material ethos worshiped like the sun;
Pride subject to false virtue there to deem
The rights of many slave but to the one.
No point of view may counter that which is
And that which is now but a point of view
Designed to close all doors where freedom lives
There to the wicked, power to accrue.
What once was right now ever seeming wrong,
What once was white now fifty shades of grey,
All words of truth full censored by the throng
With fear to throttle what the wise may say.
A Tower of Babel reaching to the skies;
Assured to court disaster and demise.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.


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