Sonnet: The Unwanted Sword
‘Tis thus a wicked century begins—
With slaughtered innocents—like all the rest,
And God is mocked by pious, bloody sins
The blasphemy of thinking murder blest.
Our people cry for peace—they bring us war.
We long for love—they bring us death and hate.
So we appeal, as we have done before,
To let the Lord of Battles choose [...]