Sonnet XIX: The Fiends Afoot
©2019, Olan L. Smith
Attack the czar that stirs the angry soul
Decry deceitful mouths that riles the crowd,
Enfold embolden hearts to help the whole,
And not the folks who split, and disavowed
The truth before your eyes, a crime's allure?
Defer your heart, and near the seraphim,
Escort the good of mind. Avoid his lure
And they forswear an oath to Cherubim
Who peal. The door's ajar the Fiend's afoot
You hear his bitter words of hate entwine
To slash and burn the fruit, to rob the root
To kill the tree of life. God's, words divine
Deployed in Grace and logic's face, behold!
A man who sows his rotted seeds threefold.