Treasure Island

DANIEL BUSICHIO


Blue Moon


The Moon followed me home tonight
Ere I made a left or right
He wouldn’t look me in the eye
Instead he stared across the sky

Then I finally heard his voice
And in the words was no rejoice
When will all you people learn
Your planet’s not just your concern

You see I orbit every day
And have to watch the earth decay
Destroy the ozone without a care
Cut down your trees till you are bare

Heaps of trash has filled the land
Icebergs melt into the sand
Pollute your oceans and your streams
Kill all the fish and children’s dreams

I have some friends among the stars
Who say that I should orbit Mars
My future here does not look good
But my place in space is understood

It’s time for you to reach for me
For with my light I’ll help you see
Stop your fighting and your wars
Pick up your litter, clean your shores

It’ll take some time but in the end
Your planet’s fate will not depend
Upon some unknown outside force
Only you can set its course

Ozone holes and CO2
You wonder why I’m sometimes blue.
And no more talk if you please
About me being made of cheese.

(5/12/09 Doylestown, PA)

Submitted: Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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