Ed Morris Poet Sonnet

Dormant Seeds

The kamikaze martyr steels his nerves
To seal the sacred mission of his life.
He loves the all-important cause he serves,
Yet dreams about his mother and his wife.
Though long endured, the loving pain they’ll feel
Will be surpassed by pride and joy sublime.
It must be so, he vows and flames his zeal;
To question now would be a faithless crime.
Then dead ahead, a hundred panicked souls—
He sees them not, nor hears their bullets fly.
He thinks of nothing now, but just controls
His missile’s course: the enemy must die!
What madness makes him so naively blind?
Its seeds lie still, within each seeing mind.

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Andrew Fairchild January 21, 2019 at 2:47 AM This is really profound. I suppose war DOES start in the mind, for that's where we do all our justifying. Excellent piece! Ed Morris January 21, 2019 at 7:58 PM Thanks, Andrew. The way the human mind is so capable of deceiving itself when in the grip of an ideology that pushes its buttons is pretty scary. :-)

Charlie Smith January 19, 2019 at 11:36 AM Well done Ed, congratulations...

Eve Roper January 19, 2019 at 11:06 AM Ed, a great descriptive and well written poem that arouses strong emotions. Congratulations on your win!:). Hugs Eve ~`*

Gary Smith January 19, 2019 at 10:05 AM Excellent work Ed, congrats. :)

Carolyn Devonshire January 19, 2019 at 9:36 AM There is no way to understand the action of these kamikaze pilots, Ed. It is beyond our understanding of rationality. Indeed, it is "madness" as you have described! I wonder how many times American soldiers knew their lives would be lost if they engaged in battle. Your sonnet is excellent, Ed! Congratulations on your win. Hugs, Carolyn Ed Morris January 19, 2019 at 10:02 AM Thank you, Carolyn.