An Atheist’s Sonnett
A weeping child looks up at godless skies
The bonds between brothers torn asunder
Cold heart, blind eye, deaf ear, unanswered whys
Life destroyed, God’s whim, or Nature’s blunder?
A million men to come lost in the dust
Empty human throne left unsucceeded
And up above the heavens rot and rust
Never touched, it seems they won’t be needed.
With Paradise swamped in darkness, where’s the light?
If God won’t answer our prayers, then who will?
If all alone, who’ll help us win the fight
Against those who, truth and reason, try to kill?
Then through the smoke, no angel, but a man
Appears, and to the child says, “take my hand”.