Forbidden - Today, Portapique Poem by gary polonsky

Forbidden subject forbidden mode presents,
Starting slow as haste is rarely good,
What IS forbidden? Maybe, it depends
On what is heard and what is understood.
If God exists, is good, His heart and soul all in,
How does that explain the caustic humans, strange?
‎The cottonmouths, the vipers, all their kin,
The shooters ‎killing daughters, so deranged.

It's Nova Scotia's turn, in Port‎apique,
Of course there have been others, all too rife,
Answers, though forbidden, we must seek,
Otherwise, what is there to life?
Yet we know as we mourn this bleakest day,
Although forbidden, it is a price we pay.



A sonnet - Written in Ontario, Canada - 20th April 2020