Man - Kind?, Sonnet Options

[Larry]

Man – Kind?

A man, empty inside, but outward mien
belies the fact that soul and heart are scarred
by life’s experience and what was seen
so long ago when nation’s children warred

for reasons, yet unknown. Much like today,
where youth is wasted in some foreign land
and leaders of the world have naught to say.
I feel it’s time for peace and love; demand

to know why some would lead us down that path
while death, disease and sickness seem ignored.
Take heed of those instead of greed and wrath
for this small world is dying by the sword.

New Edens wait upon a spectral shore
where waves of peace may susurrate once more.

[JustDaniel]

<sup>Dear Larry,

please do not think I think your writing's bleak;
my sonnet's written here with tongue in cheek!</sup>

Shush your rantings?

You susurrate so softly no one hears
your pleas of peace because they do not know
the word with which you end; it falls on ears
illiterate, uneducated, so

perhaps your whispers of the killing fields
should rustle louder how great winds of war
and what the push for power and wealth will yield
and what the sword of death is welded for.

Your sonnet's form is perfect, and of course
the content's clear and thoughtfully designed
providing insight, setting forth with force
a gentle cry to mankind disinclined

to listening already; don't use terms
composed to decompose with lowly worms.