Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Monday, October 3, 2016

Sonnet #93

I call on churches to redefine the family unit

We must not stoically embrace possessions of history
Where men ruled their household like kings of a factory
And obedience could be enforced by rule of state

Where people who are different cannot be safe
There is no safety. Where order works if everyone
Happens to be a kind and generous person
There is no order. Too many evacuees made waif

Too many runaways and castaways off the main
Stems of society, looking to build their own peace
Don't look away from their call to retain
The good of this world against the police
That tell them there is no place to live, to hide
For anyone trying to build their own tribe

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