ON A DAY LIKE TODAY

Reflections on glass and perceptions en masse;
Wear masks attained, brain pulses strain –
Where hope can’t last and courage must pass
through trials and troubles and pain.

And up from the ashes, these fascist masses,
Like wingless phoenixes in ashy deepness,
in grass too brown and brass, lyrically harasses,
this edict of dreaming in scenic, heavenly helix.

The stares we can bare from the prejudice wearer
and the mumbling and buckling of steps that stumble
on impaired prayer where the only terror’s error
is the humble still fumbling in tumbled crumble.

On a day like today, hope must remain
As our half empty hearts ebb and wane.

@kwirb #30Days30Sonnets
September 11th 2015.