Moonspeak
We need to leave it be,
in the rich black soil of the heavens
to forever change her color scheme
that big beautiful polished gem.
It's never tasted poverty or war
had a tank rake a scar into its face
no walls, roving gangs or abortion
no endless coil of hissing hate.
If it could speak it would say:
everything you've touched is destroyed
you've never been a peaceful race
you're covered in plastic, the scat of nuclear war...
Leave me to my sea of tranquility
my soul food is endless solitude.
God made me plain so no man would ravish me
but mankind sure tried but all in vain
please stay where you are
chained to your island of self pleasure and pain.
Stay on your own side of the horizon, I'll stay on mine
I'm a thoughtful loner, you're self centered socialite
clean up your earth, air, water ...(our) sky
stop turning heavenly perfection into your stye
respect me-I'm your brother
be a rose in the eyes of the creator's dream
not a snake impaled on the hiss of its greed.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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