Sonnet of Sorrow
When first the world as infants we enter
We must needs be shaped and moulded for use.
Attention then does upon us centre
Wherein we too soon learn our true selves to lose.
Wrapped warmly in constricting prejudice
That is the time we learn to love and hate.
We march blindly to confront and dismiss
Those outcasts whom we ridicule and slate.
When close to the final end we approach
With clearer minds we can view our journey.
Then will our hearts be burning with reproach
At the pain wrought by our cruel army.
Pardon must be our ultimate desire
For all our flaws and faults ,ere we expire.
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