The Eden of Our Future
English Sonnet
Who captures tempests by their tails and roars
that God and peace are only theirs to please,
when all around the devil's pleasure soars
amidst the hate that cannot be appeased.
Where on a rocket's trail can smiles be born
when hatred doesn't know where they will land,
and no religion's oath was ever sworn
upon the end of evil's deadly brand.
So settle as we may in years of old
across the centuries and all of time,
defying what the elders often told
that somewhere in the heaven's so sublime
an answer waits for everyone to grasp -
the Eden of our future is our past.
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