Hole In Moral Ozone

A hole in earth's ozone layer— A worry well worth worrying That soon may get this globe greyer, Yet, there're things more irritating: Take holes in our morals' grey zone, Whatso the men of ken may say, Not one vexed hair greyer has grown, Nor has one walked a wiser way. Pen-pushers like me grown nigh greyer, Can only say a silent prayer! As war settles no scores of men, As fears turn back no catastrophe, This sonnet sings— a dung-hill hen, O waking none that unwilling be. _________________________________________ Sonnets | 01.01.04 |