ON THIS NEWEST DAY OF SORROW

English Sonnet on this Day of Terrible Sorrow

©2014 Judy Giorchino

No longer forced to witness bloody views

Or stay glued to their screens with minds frozen,

At once relieved of the terrible news,

Can it be that the dead are the chosen?

After kisses farewell turned to crying

And waiting in vain for explanation

Why hundreds died while freely flying, the

Ones left behind have no destination.

One face of war is the blood of small boys

Killed on the beach playing soccer with friends.

Young combatants believe missiles are toys,

Refusing to stop until the game ends.

Around the globe every stock market fell;

How much money It made, Evil won’t tell.

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