Future-Child
Published on June 16, 2020
Future-Child
A Sonnet
The steady thump of heavy beat,
Like a moan of earth struck by feet.
The hostile hordes have crowded near,
The air is thick with stink of fear.
An invisible wall of force is probed,
For a gap in the shield to be breached.
Near now the hot and foul stench,
A carcass fed creature eager to wrench,
For its greed that strips out life,
Like a locust swarms out strife.
By neglect grown this murderous hive,
A ceaseless glutton its only drive.
Thus far and no further must it pass,
Sacred shield of the future-child it will not cross.