Keola-Sonnet-Martin Luther King, Jr.
Imagine perched above, you ride THE lofty throne
Peering through pellucid skies to seek our MORAL truth
You yearn to spread what people need; empathy ingrown
To stare into transmutative hearts, from elderly to youth…
Suddenly, your throne volplanes into a graceful ARC
Your view, now curved, a myriad OF sights
THE UNIVERSE so grand, folks pale to smooth and dark
You cry as crisis BENDS what’s good, tears AT every right…
THE journey must proceed; though lachrymose you feel
Another ELBOW OF your trek; celebrate below
For this great place watched JUSTICE rightfully appeal
A moral victory, a beginning, where together, folks will grow…
Written and submitted on February 1, 2022
Submitting for Keola Secret KA-CHING-cash cash cash Poetry Contest
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Categories:
volplanes, character, discrimination, flying, hope,
Form: Quatrain