Hunger, Shame and Moon

 

 

A dawning of a Westerly yearning moon

pulling itself hopelessly to the East

red clay lays upon the rooftops of commoners

they pour into one another with lanterns and mighty feet

all tribes are represented in the day of reckoning to the moon

Hauling in packs, staple nourishment for the journey

sounds of forbidden lyrics singing on the horizon

the smoke unites

they trade within themselves harvest,

the anise shadow

they only breath when the moon sleeps sound

 

 

What has this hurling mass of white rock

done to impose upon my people?

A land stolen from red skin

A land where the simplest message is lost

fornicators, abusers, representatives unite

you have won the battle against your brother

 

 

what does the moon do

when the sun cannot illuminate her night?

breathe transgressions into the wind?

seek elementary reasons for failure in the grand design

my people march to the mountain top

with wild honey

and stone ground grain

feeding those who sold their tapestries at market price

yet never yielding to the grubber man and his talons

 

 

they live everyday, just to see God turn west just once

when the moon dances they are locked in battle with machines

they turn to history and hang their head in fallen shame

begging for scraps of forgiveness

the world sees cellophane promises and transparencies

bellies full of pork, fat cats in limousines

grain and canned salmon left for my people

from the food box to the plate of middle class

no gray areas

my moon shines it's truth upon the classes

illuminating truth from ones who carry carnivore lust

 

 

Silver Orb I declare,

"your blessing is rich to those that travel"

perfection in the sky I look for truth now

 

 

When the west sleeps and waits again for the moon

fear encompasses the cloudy promises

In my land

the words try to become song in flight

we slowly smoke away harmony

sitting in obscurity, while fools make policy

 

 

In my land my people know how sweet the music is

and we shine

In my land words and freedom are known

and we shine

voices speaking twisters, through clouds

making it impossible to discern

and we shine

unable to see your precious smile

yet we shine

unable to hear the voice of distant tribes

we shine

unable to feel the glow,

we shine

ignoring hungry children all around

we shine

dead bodies piling up all over the world

we shine

 

 

as we reach to the summit with our radios' blaring

the moon sets,

smoke settles in red eyes

a trumpet sounds

In my land

shame lingers in the mind of the commoner