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Sonnet And Rhyme, A Double Presentation

Are Poets Truly Born To Be Cannon Fodder

Heart struck, blood-let by black arrows thus shot
within soul- can not poetry reward,
those that ink giving freely all they got
playing face up, each and every card?

Does this darkened world its mercy show
or instead- use its stony club to beat
into a pulp, to immense powers grow,
how its victims lanquish in sad defeat!

Soul cut, by accursed blades of Dark's thrust
humanity- loves many false parades
with deception's horrid treasures or bust
wherein truth succumbs to life's dark charades!

Alas! As light is stabbed by wicked deceit
dead lay on cold slab, tag on their cold feet!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-21-2020
Dark Sonnet, ( How Reality Invades Life And Speaks Truths )

Note: 
Always this world rewards its wicked allies 
and punishes its innocent victims. Reality,
its clever lies do often succeed because 
willful blindness is currently taught to be
a golden path to take. Modern world teaches
tolerance of evil- knowing that is a sure path
to its victory over innocence and those that
never wants anything but peace, happiness and
that much better future for their loved ones
and their friends.Poets seem to see this truth
far better than most. Some few even darest
to actually write about it. 

Edmund Burke once said: 
“The only thing necessary for the triumph
of evil is that good men should do nothing.”

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Banquet At The Dark Knight's Castle

Your damned lies, 
      cast for fickle fame
Muffled cries
      tis but a game...

Hold your false crown,
      bow at cloven feet
In glee you drown
      innocence's defeat...
	  
Your beastly black,
      a cloak you wear
Fairness you lack
      harm without care...
	 
Pound your sad drums,
      dance as dark knight
Eat molded crumbs
      expand your blight...
	  
Your damned lies, 
      cast for fickled fame
Muffled cries
      tis but a game...
   
Robert J. Lindley, 2-21-2020
Rhyme, ( As The Waning Moon Sheds Its Golden Skin )
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