It here remains your right to do your worst
And lacking fervor, standing tall on sand--
Or fear to do your best should death come first.
Come back a hundred years and understand.
The grains of sand will move and you will fall;
We stood for freedom, tolerance, and love
Remaining firm on grounds not firm at all.
The good we thought we brought was not enough.
And now the nations crumble in the night,
As men see fit to do what may seem best.
But how can it be good to let men fight
Again, for relativity expressed?
You thought to let all men do as they wished
And bought a world where morals don't exist.
postscript
Beymorlin sonnet for the May Sonnet Challenge at Crowns of Sonnets. Day seven. The Beymorlin has internal rhyme on the second syllable which follows the ABABCDCDEFEFGG scheme of the end rhyme. I enjoyed this, and it was easier than I thought. The theme: how useless it is to fight for a society where people invent their own morals. It ends up not working super well. Since what seems good to you may end up harmful to someone else. And what if your "good" is someone else's "bad?" Who's right? From Judges 21:25, Matthew 7:24-27.