Dark Moon Rising Poem by Daisy Pereira

There is a dark moon rising
up above all the hills
all the valleys
and all the meadows
shedding black light
or fearful shadows
on everything

people scattered and shattered
spewing red or blood
under its influence
the dark moon rises
slowly
over the hills and downs
gulps everything
and clears everything
as a long night can be
the exodus of
internally displaced people
millions, like ants scurrying
their homes being burned
wanderers just alive
mad with rage
or helplessness
blood splattered on plates
heads severed
bodies hung
with head or headless
playthings of playboys
'' they kill, we kill
all of us kill
what of it? ! ''
ah yes, what of it?

History repeats itself
several times severally...

But still God I cant see you
high among the vapours
so may be you are there
or may be you are not there
what makes that any difference?

But arent thou ashamed
thou reign high up in the dark vapours
amidst the stars and the clouds
where exactly you are
we may not know
still it is in thy name god
the nameless one
the martyred and the killed
go hell wards or heaven wards
or vice versa
I think you should be ashamed of yourself
at least

the dark moon is still rising...