Doing What is Right
When we think of how much we love to fight,
We do not stop our act, but we go on,
to know yet to ignore what is just right—
is still a battle. Why haven't we won?

It is easy to look the other way.
We walk. We do not stop the way of wrong.
But if it continued, we will decay.
Weak hearts and minds, weakness and nothing strong.

It is easy to grumble, and to fuss,
to find the ways that make us fall apart.
But think about the blood that runs in us.
We're one, we're same. It runs in our heart.

We must remember life is wonderful.
Enjoy it like the flowers basketful.


This poem is a sonnet because it
A.
does not have any rhyme or rhythm.
B.
has ten syllables in each of its lines.
C.
has fourteen lines and a rhyme pattern.
D.
tells a story like a narrative poem.