In Times like these a Sonnet...Worshiping Diana's Offspring?

In times like these a sonnet does its best
if never written or forgotten how.
For did I have the rhyme to stop a Show
as a Cuban once said could be done. Test

an idea, give it a tango dip
stand it upon the shoes of Evita.
Who knows it may pay you back in tepid
waters to wash Humans, your carita,

What is a Carita? It is a Word
I, your Godmother can give you to stun
with your beauty and to radiate Sword
of Truth Almighty and My royal Queen.

What need have we people for worshiping
the Marriages of Diana's offspring?





This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Beasts of Burden whose Voice is the Sound of Traumatic Wounds.

The Keys to Perception and its Scales
of Worth--what would they Be? What's a Scentless
Flower? What makes the Seasons Turn? Who Tells
us the Way? Are we are we Perishing Flowers?

Friends, we are earthlings no Matter the Laws
or the Borders   This Shuffling for Tight Space
Give me some Elbow Room. Recall your Manners
we were all Taught in Kindergarten. Peace

Peace is the Legacy of the Future
that looks Retrograde and Finds Precedent
in we who are ALIVE today, right Now.
Di-Versed of Freedom, Permanently by Force

withOut Release and as Beasts of Burden
whose Voice is the Sound of Traumatic Wounds.