Johnny Sumler Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 2

Why doth the rich consume their wine with blood
And sprinkle salt on mouths that starve of meat
Ye say ye praise his death on Roman wood
But fill thy gut with malice and deceit
          In hunger cometh man and wife and child
          That knocks the door and sing ye praise and vote
          Why doth thou evil act modest and mild
          Pretending to hearken to every note
A gold for gold, pennies for gold without
The children without shelter doth not smile
Ye say ye practice what thy preach and shout
But money be thou root grown inward vile

Thou eat the flesh and freely giveth bone
But if thy eyes look back thou would be stone

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Michelle Mac Donald November 11, 2008 at 8:35 AM Alrightee....you truly amaze me. How is it that I didn't see this poetry? I know that it reaches into one's mind and heart with fingers that leave their prints. I know I will read the remaining sonnets later on..it would be such a waste to read them all at once. Sort of like a box of delicious chocolates...they are best when each one is savored and appreciated.:) God bless you and yours....best to you! Mikki