Crown Sonnet – False Hope

False hope which feeds but to destroy, and spill

What it first breeds; unnatural to the birth

Of thine own womb; conceiving but to kill,

And plenty gives to make the greater dearth,

So tyrants do who falsely ruling earth

Outwardly grace them, and with profit's fill

Advance those who appointed are to death

To make the greater fall to please their will.

Thus shadow they their wicked vile intent,

Colouring evil with the mask of good

While in fair shows their malice so is spent

Hope kills the heart, and tyrants shed the blood.

For hope deluding brings us to the pride

Of our desires the farther down to slide.