Barbara Peckham Poet Free verse

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.

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L Milton Hankins August 26, 2021 at 8:29 PM Beautifully-penned thoughts of a teary-eyed moon longing, like so many of us, for "the Earth at peace," never to be attained, of course, by fighting. I loved your poem, Barbara. So thought-provoking. Barbara Peckham August 26, 2021 at 8:54 PM You really are a dear friend. I cannot thank you enough for your wonderful comments.