Ricocheting Coins of Indignity : The French President's Tragic Tale of Heartlessness

In the depths of the digital sea I dove,
To seek some books on black history month.
My search for knowledge, a pursuit of love,
To find some truths and shatter false accounts.

But in my quest, I stumbled on a tale,
Of wife and daughter of a French President.
A story dark, a moral fail,
Of throwing coins at poor Vietnamese children.

The year was nineteen hundred, the world in strife,
And here we have the privileged, the elite,
Who mock the weak and powerless in life,
With laughter ringing out, so indiscreet.

The image burns into my mind so deep,
A scene of cruelty, an act of hate,
Where malnourished kids, deprived of sleep,
Are treated like animals, left to their fate.

And yet, in their midst, some joyous sound,
Of coins being picked up like rice on ground.
A scene of contrast, so dark, profound,
That fills my heart with pain and makes me frown.

How can it be that humans can be so cruel,
To treat the poor like trash, like dirt on ground?
Is it the curse of power, a twisted rule,
That drives the privileged to such heartless sounds?

Or is it something deeper, something more,
A flaw in our humanity, our soul,
That blinds us to the pain of those who are poor,
And makes us think we're better, in control?

For me, a sonnet is not just words on page,
It's a journey deep into the human heart,
A quest for truth, a yearning to engage,
With all the darkness that our world imparts.

And in this tale of coins and poor kids' fate,
I see a symbol of our troubled times,
Where hate and cruelty seem to dominate,
And human values are lost in petty crimes.

But , I cannot turn to any kind of god or gods,
To find some solace, some divine relief,
For me, the world is what it is, so flawed,
And I must seek the truth within my grief.

So let us use this story as a guide,
To learn about the depths of human pain,
And let us vow to be on the right side,
And fight against the darkness once again.

For in this sonnet, I seek to impart,
A message of hope, of love, of peace,
To those who are hurt and feel so apart,
To those who strive for justice to increase.

And ,I hope this sonnet brings,
Some comfort to the hearts that seek to learn,
About the dark depths of human things,
And how we all can help the world to turn.


Let us learn from this tale of cruelty,
To open our hearts and extend our hand,
To those who suffer in poverty,
And help them rise from the desolate land.

For every child deserves a chance to live,
In a world where justice and love prevail,
Where no one's pain and suffering are naive,
And every heart is free to sail.

But this requires us to look within,
And question our assumptions and beliefs,
To break the chains of ignorance and sin,
And offer a new narrative of relief.

For the story of the wife of the French President,
Is just one of many, that reflect our past,
And only by facing them with intent,
Can we heal the wounds and make them last.

So let us take this sonnet as a call,
To action and to seek a better way,
Where love and justice reign supreme for all,
And every child can find their happy day.

And as we close this enigmatic verse,
Let us remember that our world is vast,
And every moment offers us a chance to immerse,
In the beauty of life that is sure to last.









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