Sonnet

Shakespearean sonnet

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Modern day sonnet

Modern Day Evils

What changes society has undergone!
The modern evils are condemnable;
Terrorism, bomb-cult that disable
Progress and life of nations every morn!

Riddled are people by bullets often;
Persons are knifed in broad daylight ev’n now;
Men and women with strapped-on bombs kill, Oh;
Leaders assassinated by such men!

Something is wrong basically today;
These modern evils just paralyze life;
Counter-measures are not enough anyway;
Truly manmade have become death and strife.

Human progress has led to more evils;
To destroy lives and souls- roam these devils!

Dr John Celes