The rain is crying outside the steel gates;
Inside there is no loving forgiveness
As evil dines on our righteous progress
We’re naught but pawns as love disintegrates.
The father sky sheds tears of pure duress
His naked bride is torn of all but pride
As pious men dictate the unwanted fates
Such virtue with no god to e’er impress.
Can divine light return where death awaits?
The Sun shall shine once more upon this place
And bring the world from lies that nurtured pain
Returning truth and love where it’s denied
He brings his bride to dance within the rain
And defiant smiles shall define her face

©JG Farmer 2011
Form: Tuckerman’s Sonnet