Revolving Debit - Cul-de-Sac Acrostic Sonnet

Restrictions flourish, few attain true aim.
Energies mischannelled, modern man
Victim of his greed no longer can
Options clear identify. Most blame
Life’s treadmill limits, - thoughtless, partial claim.
Vice stifles virtue, leaves truth also-ran.
Is Man Time’s puppet stringed? The minutes fan,
Nor heed his need, whose greed feeds final flame,
Growth self-destructive, rushes blind and lame
Down cul-de-sac climactic for no plan
Exists to feed the homeless. Few dare scan
Between life’s lines which with their fate play games.
Is AIDS a part of some predestined scheme
To right mankind’s abuse of its own dream?

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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