Sonnet III

Black waters run to see the freedom sea
Before a tinsel sky in lunar times
As emerald grasses roll among the lea
A hidden neighbor screams a silent cry

Deliverance, eternal wars not won
The Serengeti’s tired and weak gazelle
A child armed with trepidation’s gun
His timid tears douse not the fires of Hell

For some salvation never tastes so gray
Untimely to release their pending woes
And forth from light they will forever stray
Into the cradled banks where darkness flows

The dumbly passive world will not atone
So children find your prayers and take them home