Ngoc Nguyen Poet Sonnet

For All the Outcasts and Loners In Life

“Where was God,” you ask, “when I needed Him?
     When I felt cast out and all alone? Spurn'd
     by my peers for being poor!? All I learn'd,”
you persist, “is that here people condemn
you for just being different, too. To them,”
     you add with rage, “I'm a threat to be burn'd,—
     a rival to be attacked and overturn'd!”
“So it was, too, for One born in Bethlehem,
My Child,” a Voice comforts. “He was alone
     as a child, as well—and very unique.
          But like Him, the last shall be first (in death);
and the first (in life) shall be last. For none
     who are My Children shall be mocked—so speak
          I and command,” swore It, “with solemn breath!”

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