[SONNET 2] THE HEART OF MAN
I peeked into the heart of thoust created out of sand
Fornication, envy, hatred, murder – all sorts,
At the table they sat and dined left to rot
Ah, with disobedience. I dare not withstand
Why didst allow evil plot dined full in you Haman?
Thou shouldst not have allowed all sorts in you Judas
In the end envy led you out of the palace,
All these saw I when I peeked into the heart of man!
You burnt them to death for not stealing,
You convicted the wrong people,
You made it all harsh – bloody vipers!
Now you have left a family wailing.
Hang thine heart to the top of the steeple,
Let it shed away its sorts – to make the world better
DEDICATED TO THE ALUU KILLING, A YEAR REMEMBRANCE