cheryl davis miller
The Moon's Present Woe - Poem by cheryl davis miller
Moon has danced within Earth's orbit,
gliding by her through the night.
Watching her throughout the ages,
then beholds a woeful sight.
When up is down, and down is up;
in is out; and out is in,
good is bad; right always is wrong,
Earth falls in a mad tail-spin.
Close the door, turn down the madness,
for she can't take anymore!
Someone stop the Earth from trembling
please show mercy, I implore.
Fear she'll tilt right off her axis
if she is not lent a hand.
All this madness has her reeling.
Sigh; she does not understand.
Mens inhumanity to men
acted out in wars and strife.
Innocents caught up in madness,
never have a chance at life.
Raging Red; for blood is seeping,
someone, please stem the wounds flow.
Lest all's lost with no survivors.
Moon reflects, a wistful woe.
Cheryl Davis Miller 7/23/14
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