CANON AND CANNON
In a disorderly digital age,
contemplates saying of ancient sages,
unchallenged faith in the canon,
scholars wrote all the sermons.
There are still rooms for doubt,
Eye for an eye, devotee don’t shout.
Neither slave, nor puppets,
to any truth bigots trumpet.
Good fate is kind faith,
unkind minds are easy bait.
I have decided to insert these two poems together.
EXTRA N FOR NUTS: HAIKU
peace and compassion
cannon hide in the Canon
blood path in Paris
The first poem in my second book is “Canon and Cannon”, for it is the most widely read poem in my blog, for reasons not known to me. Yet no reader has queried the silence of “cannon” in that short poem. The above haiku will break that silence.