Blood Moon
The angry moon of the sullen nights,
Stained dark with the blood of fights.
A warning to the world of new,
To keep the peace ever true.
It bodes of dark disaster,
By fighting we destroy the world ever faster.
Black clouds of death pass the surface of blood.
Shattered civilizations, acid rain, dripping mud,
Dark craters made in the nuclear wars,
Deepest red waters lapping the ocean shores.
The planet rotates, life should go on,
But if you look closely no life stirs at the dawn.
Watching from a distance it doesn't look so bad,
Tell that to the people that this day are sad.
The blood moon reflects in eyes ready to cry,
What would happen if we all were to die?
Would our beautiful world, too, be stained with red?
An ever-present sign that it's once joyful inhabitants all are dead?
Think hard of this while watching the blood moon,
The wars must stop or that will be our world soon.
