Empty Words

Empty Words
Form: Sonnet

In barren deserts flowers never bloom,
and distant mountains greet another death;
an angel's face devoured by war's ghastly breath,
a waif abandoned to the dust and doom.
No life to live in this predestined hell
where words refuse to meet actions made;
as morality hides inside the shade
in silence tolls another lonely bell.
The pious utterances mean nothing,
they're empty words without reason to be,
and only blind ignorance cannot see
there are no joyful praises left to sing.
No hope in this, a world of hatred's fears
what hollow words replace a mother's tears?


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