Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

Sonnet.

On George Soros after November 3, 2005

He lurks about in tawdry lairs
And feeds his dreadful, painful hate
Of all things. So misunderstood,
He finds no answer to his prayers
For death to those in scarlet state
inflicted painfully. Such good
would light the burden so unfair
upon his shoulders. Yet his fate
would seem as dire as any could.
Democracy had failed, it seemed,
His causes, laughed at and demeaned
By voters in the middle lands
with normal jobs and caloused hands.
How dare they exercise their right
to vote, and plunge us into night
so black, so evil, ruled by gold,
those men from in the Christian fold.

-Mamamontezz, 1-31-2005