The Moon Weeps
The moon’s tears
blink silver in the dark
night of the Earth,
watering and watching
the warring
world beneath
wailing through eons
of constant strife.
Millions dead and
millions scarred,
millions trampled
under marching boots
of fanatics
with flaming torch,
innocent victims of
of the power-hungry,
of bigotry and ignorance,
downtrodden by famine,
pestilence and pain,
the ravages of hate.
They weep, longing
only to see the sun
arise one glorious day
to a hard-won place,
the Earth at peace.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021
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