BLACK MOON

 The black moon is about to rise
chasing the crescent moon…
beware of the night—
could take your soul
into its flight.

Before the night comes
cast off the spell that binds;
break those bad habits
and free your mind
while the moon
is waning…

Once the black moon has risen
chances of rebirth is ruined;
gloomy days of solitude
before the moon reaches
its greatest ecliptic latitude
should have changed your attitude.

I see no black moon rising—
darkness looms as trumpets
sound the uprising.
Red devils rushing, blood oozing
filling the hallowed ground,
as bodies pile up on the mound.
I think the moon is getting tired
watching the same scenes
playing over and over
ever since mankind is born.

When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?