Sense Sonnet - Acher

The Child Less

The child was born into a land
At the wrong time and the wrong place.
The child too young to understand
The evil of the human race,
The senseless mad powers that be
Inflicting pain on powerless.
The child does flee with family,
Seeking some sanctuaryness.
A crowded boat in waters strange,
The child does fall into the deep.
The child's ill fate will never change.
There are no promises to keep.

The child does wash upon the shore.
The life is gone forevermore.