Conversations With The Moon

Tell me, moon..

How do you glow so bright?

How doesn’t what’s happening

here on Earth pain you to watch?

Do you ever listen?

Do you ever listen to me pray

for the world to change, and it doesn’t?

Do you see it glowing?

Do you see it burning?

Burning like the smell of tumbling

buildings..

like the smell of my people passing.

Burning like the hope i’m losing.

Do you see it?

Do you see us losing?

Losing.

Dying.

Do you feel us?

Aren’t we tired?

Don’t you feel our somber bodies

surround you in the sky when

we sleep?

Could you catch my tears the

way the ground catches rain?

Could you catch them and put the fire out?