A Sonnet On A World Plummeting Towards Chaos

Might a tranquil world like this exist now?

When all around this peace will not allow?

The life that those thought not right to endow.

To keep this peace in this world I will vow.

Though throw at me they might I cannot stop.

Even if out of history they crop.

All that I’d done drain every last drop.

No tomes no lists with my name stood atop.

Though I care not for this great injustice.

Important might it be to one like me.

Just think a rock in light of a solstice.

Then know of what life might be like when free.

That is my life that is how I will be.

Then know that soon it is true you will see.