W.A. Cholt Poet Sonnet

What If

What if this strange, tired, sleeping world 
Should one day waken from its slumber 
And like the cold hand of death unfurled 
Revealing dark secrets that lie among its number, 
Exposing in the clear light of truth 
How childish innocence was taken as plunder 
And how preyed upon the fears and doubts of youth 
And all the foundations broken down and torn asunder, 
What if the death knell has already struck 
And all our precious freedoms are denied 
Crushed underfoot with a proud and contemptuous look 
And our great civilisation has already died. 
  O forbid such thoughts even in my fearful dreams 
  That this dark hour be not what it seems. 


      W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2021.

       26/1/21

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Janice Canerdy February 5, 2021 at 7:20 AM This is surely a skillfully-composed, deeply thought-provoking poem--describing disturbing possibilities. Janice

Panagiota Romios February 4, 2021 at 7:26 PM Wowzer~ you already speak of present times. It's not what if, any longer. The devil has landed. His minions are everywhere! Silencing sanity and all believers. A fantastic sonnet about these dark days. Where lies are truth, bad is good. And God poses a threat. Has nothing to do with the pandemic. Disgusting. Super Bowl, oh must attend, and is fine. Church? By Zoom only in many states. The Devil's home is California. Read the Word!! A FAVE Pangie