The Moon

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