Sonnet: ’cide!

This land is dying of its own accord; Neglected are the people working here; To live without this pay, most can afford; Who cares about the welfare of all dear? When corrupt bosses come so very fast, The lower-rungs are eaten by white-ants; Not one is bent on rectifying past; ‘Mahouts are killed by temple elephants! ’ The innocents get tortured in the fray; If God could send a savior very soon! Perhaps, the Maker expects us to pray; The sun gives day-light and for night through moon! Even the rains won’t come in time these days! Yet, God will salvage in His time and ways! Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-24-2007