EJA

EJA

Sonnet XXXIII

That thou hath born such grief my heart doth weep

For though it be said that I loved dearly

So suffer’d friend as brav’ry fell asleep

Hearts hath shattered, smashed so cavalierly

This love loss offends all human reason

For thine offense, tis thy casing, thine own foe,

Which hath held all brilliant minds for treason,

By princes wielding an unjust deathblow

Anguish and civil brawl upon our streets

Hath become the unheard voice of abuse,

Where bowels of corruption distrust excretes

And vexed frustration mounts, and ne’er retreats;  

For unfair hate past tis bound to repeat.

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