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What putrefaction oozes up from hell To poison aquifers of decency And common sense? The crops of reason smell And do not nourish the constituency. What polar vortex drops from unknown heights To freeze the congregations of the heart? The steeples topple, enmity ignites And malice rips tranquility apart. The times devolve. Security and peace, Once real estate on which a home could rise, Shrugs off its immigrants, revokes its lease And shows indifference to human cries. A Lucifer of arrogant display Has come to sweep benevolence away.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
Demise: A Warning
What putrefaction oozes up from hell To poison aquifers of decency And common sense? The crops of reason smell And do not nourish the constituency. What polar vortex drops from unknown heights To freeze the congregations of the heart? The steeples topple, enmity ignites And malice rips tranquility apart. The times devolve. Security and peace, Once real estate on which a home could rise, Shrugs off its immigrants, revokes its lease And shows indifference to human cries. A Lucifer of arrogant display Has come to sweep benevolence away.
This is a Shakespearean sonnet, and should be reformatted as such.
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Huntington, New York
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
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