The Present: Bloody Moon

BLOODY MOON

You have no problems/

Said the man struggling with bills to the rich man/

You have no problems/

Said the homeless man to the man struggling with bills/

You have no problems/

Said the teenager in Africa ducking bullets

covering his mother to the homeless man safe in the U.S./

You have no problems/

Said the boy’s little sister who must duck bullets

& the advances of men who share her same blood

You have no problems said the rich man who sees all this

and realizes no amount of money can uncorrupt a heart, but tries anyway/

So no one in the world has problems

But its evening/

People should be sleeping/

Yet I can still hear screams/

See the moon bloodied sometimes, waiting/

A broken spirit is a broken spirit

It does not know the depth of its situation/

You can not explain to a rat that it is in a lab/

That it is part of an experiment/

All it knows is that it must run/

All we know is that we must work and pray not to hit the same obstacle/

Pray at the end of this maze there is peace/

And maybe if we are lucky, a little piece of cheese/

You don’t understand/

Said the love struck daughter to her Christian conservative father/

You don’t understand/

Said the Christian father to his Muslim neighbor/

You don’t understand said the Muslim to the men who sat in front of the bar

convinced he was a terrorist/

You don’t understand/

said these good ol’ boys to the jury

before convicted of a hate crime/

So no one understands and yet not a question is asked/

But it is evening/

People are trying to sleep peacefully/

However ignorance is deafening/

I can hear it on our faces/

And the moon stays bloodied some nights, waiting/

A broken spirit is a broken spirit/

It doesn’t always seek to fix itself/

Just maintain/

Humanity has become the sum total of silent screams and controlled laughter/

My man Tshaka urges us to listen different/

Whose voice have you chose to ignore/

Better question, how many of friends calls have I dismissed

to eat processed peanut butter products and watch the Simpsons?/

We may not be able to save the world

Honestly, what does that really mean anymore

What we can save are connections

The thread that invisibly conjoins us, some call them heartstrings

We are a frayed tapestry, a pained patchwork quilt

However thread can be fixed

Spirits can be mended, if only for a moment

We are laying under a blanket of self absorption

Under a tired moon, bloodied, waiting,

wanting to retire from all it has seen

I know you have problems/

I know its hard to understand/

But there are good people waiting for us to become good people/

Its morning/

Time to get up/

There are things to be done/

We are a sunrise waiting to happen/