A Sonnet on the Occasion of Super Tuesday
For this pack of wolves, it is now the time
To the cameras howl and bear shiny teeth
All are future kings, if just in their minds
But none are better than a common thief
I’ll be at my desk away from all the din
Fighting ignorance, which is our disease
Not with sword and shield, but the humble pen.
Let us not forget holy charities
Love the Lord thy God with mind, soul, and strength
Remember how far the Lord went for you
Even down to the blackest hellish lengths
He’s the one who said, Love thy neighbor, too.
Hatred and despair are what mark this year,
But recall: perfect love casts out all fear.
Photo courtesy of Martin Cathrae at Flickr Creative Commons.