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Wednesday, 15 October 2014

A Sonnet to Sanity




 This season of the rout of reason
Ripens the toxic fruits of faith,
 Infecting guileless children with a love of death.
 Blood stains the hands of zealots
And prompts the lips of leaders to deny the truth 
As they try to dissipate our fears with lies.
What are the hopes, of those who value death? 
Where are their smiles?
Where their laughter, or their joy
To soften the embrace
Of death’s cold love for all our brief imaginings?
 If tolerance of bad ideas infects the mind
 The winding-sheet of death becomes assured,
And all our dreams of life shall be as dust.

©James Rainsford 2014

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