Poetry

Friday, 28 January 2022

The golden moon

 Vanity and predjudice

And greed and corruption

That seems to be all there is

Dogs in the moonlight

Tokens

Burning bright

Money down the silver highway

And the moon is paved with gold

As Musk and Trump

And Amazon foretold

Unfold in the mockery of decorum

In the disguises of the state

In the power play of forever bargaining until late

In the poker game of chances

The lottery of love and hate

But who rolled the dice

Except the devil on the ice

Who melts and awaits

His fate


For the moon is golden

There is money on the moon

Oh it is a dead rock

But we'll be up there pretty soon

Oh the moon is old hat

Now give me mars

It is grid locked on Earth 

With all these driverless cars

Now Mars is silver,

is it mysterious or bloody?

Dripping with the blood

Of millions

Who have died for its cozening


Yeah though we went there

Though we go there still

In dreams of the knife blade

And the assassin's skill

It is cutting the war stance

It is the power of will

The great red eye in the sky

But who will pay the bill?

How many lives will die

BeFore the consciousness bill

Gets enacted into law

And then no more will war

Horns blow shrill

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