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A Sonnet in Opposition to War
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2002 Unlike Shakespeare I do not pen sweet notes
The words I pen reek with pungent decay
Dank and depressing rhyme I wrote
Beauty and flowers, I can't and won't feign.
Why shall I feel the itching of restraint?
Why be what others expect me to be?
Images I make ar not for the faint
If enchained, my creativity pleas.
Serpents slither in their slippery confines
The bitter cypress encrused in reeds
Crocodiles wait and leap at the blind
Tossing and turning the predator feeds
I don't care for the hupocrises of men
If one day there's peace, of flowers I'll pen.
