Thursday, June 17, 2021

Socialist Sonnet No. 38



The world is in perpetual motion,

Flux of change never rests: Whatever is

For a moment, will no longer be. This

Natural algorithm of creation

Generates broad oceans and continents,

Flora and fauna, births and extinctions,

Tribes and empires, settlements and migrations,

Societies and their discontents.

Those who declare themselves for radical change

Have such aspirations well grounded,

Who speaks otherwise shall be confounded;

Where the old’s conserved, the new must impinge.

No matter how distant the prospect seems,

Time can realise what the present dreams.


D. A.


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