Victim of rape
She's littered the surface
Crime in sea, on the earth
As the chief of police
I demand: "arrest her."
"But Sir, she..."
They tell me.
"Arrest her."
I order.
I can see; they murmur:
"He has gone crazy."
CIA, KGB and MOSAD
Like a dog using nose I spy.
"How can we arrest moon? "
"And besides, her litter is an art."
"Sure he is crazy; has lost mind."
They're talking; I hear the last one:
"We all will...city life..."
Then comment:
"Concrete are buildings, roads asphalt we have lost natural eye."
I laugh loud; long speech I start:
"You are right."
Wait for air then go on:
"It was then in village, mountains high, air clean in plains and hearts kind..."
I stop to take air.
With lack of oxygen; I inhale the carbon-monoxide.
"Moon was nice; full of love..."
I cry for more air:
"Arrest her, she's victim of our rape, prey to criminals..."
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