Alibis— Never The Root

Ever since he evolved from apes sans pause, Man has the trivial chased more than the root— And has tailed everything except right cause— Thanks to his frailty for low-hanging fruit. Take man of cave: he blamed evil spirits, Body faults, nor habits he'd ever blame, Struggling whilst to bring body back to frame, Fate doctors saw in planets some merits— Credit to roots nor yet karma as seeds— Blaming, planets not in alignment are With ailing life's ruling sovereign star, Not once confessed: seeds sown reap crop of deeds. Look at poets blaming muse, moody spell, Not that they need to walk miles ere pen well. __________________________________________________ Fate doctors refer to astrologers. __________________________________________________ Sonnets | 01.12.14 |