In The Moonlight Poem by Phil Charters

Evil creeps
through ghostly trees,
in moonlight eerie, draped
figures shadowy
in a windless night
hooded faces, bodies caped
embers stirred
not by wind or hand
leap now, into flame
and shadows dance upon
the trees
while the world unknowing
sleeps.
Fire glows,
in the heated night
decaped all present, stand,
evil seen
in the guise of men,
gray suited, breifcased hand
all cavort
and fade to one
as flames leap for the sky
licking governments
heat controlled
society shall surely die.
For evil
rides the corporate state
stirred a tricksters brew
babies burned
by their parents faith
in hooded men
no future to accrue.
Moonlight hour
stilled by evils hand
arise no more the sun
shadows cast
from the corporate state,
brings doom for everyone.
Evil creeps
though ghostly trees
deception worn a cape
ashes stirred
by a howling gale
blow society to its fate
a mindless world
of servitude
beyond democracy.