Blackout Curtains

Shall I compare thee to a serpent’s tongue?
Thou often art a voice with vile bite.
When hatefulness and bigotry are flung,
then decency descends beneath the light.

So often do you hold your Bible high,
and boast of Heaven as your final stop.
Yet I could only shrug and wonder why
they’d welcome any evil at the top.

How dark the heart when prejudice abides;
how lightless when the threats of murder reign.
When virtue and indecency collide,
then peace of mind is shattered by the pain.

  I guess you’ll go down hating to the end;
  once more, it’s Hello darkness, my old friend.


14 Lines
Shakespearean Sonnet
Writer’s Cramp
8-24-16