Wednesday, 24 October 2012
Little City- A sonnet
Little city that shadows me
Trailing tirelessly across the land
Futility reigns in your wake don't you see?
Your theatrical tenacity threatning to disband?
I cannot consider you friend nor adversary
With your abridged version of love in tow
A pawned aegis with your mind you marry
I pray you, wait till the tempest tries you in the morrow
My pugnacious heart is your unsolicited barrister
But I will not humour this futile debate
Veiled in borrowed valour your eyes deeply sinister
Your barrister quails at your sight for it cannot relate
Little ill-intentioned city that is called a friend
Beleaguered your city has come to an end