All poetic form is political.
The sonnet’s agenda is to confine
the writer to aesthetics: critical
exemption in meticulous design.
This strict structure lends to language floral–
devises “truths” to fit the form. Discern
the smothered urgency NOW, since moral
trust takes experiment and time to turn.
I will escape meter woven tightly–
let ethics argue democratically
(colonial echoes written lightly
still condone oppressive authority).
From candid thought all discourse does coerce;
refinement’s fundamentally in verse.