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.
As they try to dissipate our fears with lies.
What are the
hopes, of those who value death?
Where are their smiles?
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,
The winding-sheet of death becomes assured,
And all our dreams of life shall be as dust.
©James
Rainsford 2014
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Lovely to see you posting again James.
ReplyDeleteI see you wrote the above wisdom in 2014 - regrettably your wisdom still stands.
Anna :o]
That love of death for the toxic fruits of faith can be devastating ~ Specially when young kids or children are brainwashed ~
ReplyDeleteI feel a chill to the bone that such death worship exists...
ReplyDeleteI feel its better to embrace the truth than to comfort ourselves with a lie..
ReplyDeleteGood observation: "Blood stains the hands of zealots"
ReplyDeleteThe "season of the rout of reason". Oh, so aptly put! Prayers that sanity can be restored and faith and humanity reign once again.
ReplyDeleteRiveting. I think desensitization is the disease that will end humanity as we know it.
ReplyDeleteRiveting. I think desensitization is the disease that will end humanity as we know it.
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