Sonnet #1

Notes left on silent stone,

Flowers slumped under weighted tears,

Cannot the world leave the lives of men alone,

Those killed by unfounded fears?

Should not we cry to see

The displaced ache left on somber faces?

On bended knee cry guilty,

For lives lost in convoluted cases.

The lost walk of those without direction,

Faces stoic in face of sky and sea and sun,

Facing pity with marked deflection,

Dizzy though unspun.

Here lay the lives of the brave,

Only memories to mark what they gave.