The Moon Poem by Sylvia Chidi

While moths and caterpillars spin cocoons
Fishes are floating dead in polluted lagoons
Only some dream of flying to the moon
While many dream of becoming a tycoon

Tonight I looked up to the skies so soon
Waiting for a vision of a white circled balloon
The earth and its rotating moon
Rotating around a universal shaped spoon

And in the full glimmer of the moon
I hear the cries of endangered baboons
I hear the cries of wild life harpooned
While platoons of life watch the moon

Tonight I think only of singing a little tune
Debating if the moon glitters in her misfortunes
If life would only occur on the moon
I could draw it out like a cultural cartoon

Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi