sonnet A world has worn

A world has worn down and holds no heft
Its propaganda proved just white lies
Dustcoats of old are quit yet arent bereft
Fresh wizards wander waving them as prize
Fresh coins if dropping disappear think theft
In macro quantum works Ive wound up wise
In grades of grey as colour code Im deft
Bacteria large enthrall my naked eyes
Our tyrants whove been tediously unmade
In tomes of times if never known never were
And pleasant people pictured stamp out slur
Forgotten good guys gather retrograde
Long live love when shes plunged in water pure
I wrinkle stranger through the cancer cure
Chorus pure therapeutic genuine