Venkat Josyulu Bhandaram Poet Sonnet

On the Irony of Their Ways

My heart in search of peace and love
Now finds the world’s ironic deeds.
They wage a war for peace, they rove
In streets the roaring rifle bleeds.

For God they clash, for cash they fake.
They race their life to reach nowhere.
Their schools unteach, no good they make.
‘Be loved’ they want, no love they care.

I hope, for sure, the day will come!
They start to mend their ways to peace.
They live to love, their aims affirm.
They learn to teach, ‘their tribes increase.’

You sow- you reap, you get-you give.
Be good, do good. You live, let live.

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Beata Agustin March 24, 2022 at 1:13 AM Thanks for sharing this. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you. Venkat Josyulu Bhandaram March 25, 2022 at 9:37 AM Your poems are so touching. Please read my poem and give me your personal feedback. I've posted it here for the first time.