learning to see sonnet

LEARNING TO SEE SONNET

When naked souls do bathe in burning blood!
And all horror bursts forth from out the womb of time!
When ten headed devils walk in a burning wood!
And poets’ despair of pointless fruitless rhyme!
When miserable saints off cliffs make their fatal leap,
And sinners’ prosper in their evil ways,
And fools their self-pitying tears do sanctimoniously weep,
And there is no end to all your hollow empty days.
When a new Messiah is seen on your T.V.
Promising all to those who believe in him,
With discount rates for those who cannot pay
And wrist bands to show your superior knowledge to men;
Then at last perhaps in our earthly confusion
We’ll see beyond the surface of illusion!