Moon Tuning

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Moon Tuning…

Peeping down through

the closed blind,

reflecting moon spy-tease

the created mind;

manipulating the running

of ebony-hued time,

trying to canvas a poem

with lines that rhyme.

Now if you knew how to rap,

this would be a snap

but it’s not so easy

in the wee hours, without a nap.

Yet, when you’ve survived

the trials of another day,

It’s not really that hard to scribe

what you need to say.

Here in the home of the brave

and the land of the free,

we have yet to cave

racism and abject bigotry.

While cold war debates

continue their drum major runs,

sacred lives remain victims of hate

and free-firing lawless guns.

No longer can we let the fearful minority

keep us in such dire calamity.

Like the ancestors dead and gone,

we too must fight against evil and wrong;

rising up and claiming our prized liberty.

Let us not leave coming generations

without worthiness and high hope.

Let us not insult our ancestral patrons

who fought and won the right to vote.

Peeping down through
		the closed blind,
		reflecting moon spy-tease
		the created mind;
		manipulating the running
		of ebony-hued time,
		trying to canvas a poem
		with lines that rhyme.

		Now if you knew how to rap,
		this would be a snap
		but it’s not so easy
		in the wee hours, without a nap.
		Yet, when you’ve survived
		the trials of another day,
		It’s not really that hard to scribe
		what you need to say.

		Here in the home of the brave
		and the land of the free,
		we have yet to cave
		racism and abject bigotry. 
		While cold war debates
		 continue their drum major runs,
		sacred lives remain victims of hate
		and free-firing lawless guns.

		No longer can we let the fearful minority
		keep us in such dire calamity.
		Like the ancestors dead and gone,
		we too must fight against evil and wrong;
		rising up and claiming our prized liberty.
		Let us not leave coming generations
		without worthiness and high hope.
		Let us not insult our ancestral patrons 
		who fought and won the right to vote.

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