What shall I do, should I go into
Hibernation?
While the WORLD molts its shell?
How much can we endure, of this
Indignation?
What on Earth is that Smell?
We are all brothers, we all are of the same
Nation!
That is our birthright, which we cannot Sell.
Why is this so hard? Why do we
RESIST?
For this there is no season
All can succeed, or all can
Fail.
It is only a cyst in our lives.
We need no cysts, no other horrors to
“Attended”
Only that we are brothers, who share each others
to amend.
“While the world molts”
a sonnet
by
Jerry E Smith
©05/28/2021
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