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NIGHTMARE


look up at the sky, what do you see?

a big crescent moon facing straight towards me 

its big, its bright, its so pretty

hanging in the sky, feeling such pity

looking down upon us, he watches us fuss

begging for equality

from all the companies, polliticians, and bourgeosie

how can they withstand being treated like that for

so many years

working hard; barely making it, for the rich; they go to war

shed so many tears

The Moon was confused

humans think that other people are objects that are meant to be used

your value suddenly increases when the digits do

who are you to say youre worth more than a Jew?

Worth more than a black, brown, yellow, red, and white person

why cant we understand each other like human

understand each other as a whole

right now, that should be our main goal

Respect the Culture

dont let it die and get eaten by the vulture

The Moon just hung there in desperation

The Human Race is causing its own extinction

leaving Mother Nature to rott from all the pollution

it was The Moon's biggest fear

shouting to the people from millions of miles away

but how could they hear?

distracted by electronics, sex, and food

The Moon painfullly watches as his nightmares come true

he weeps "there's nothing i can do"

 

WHERE IS CHANGE.

 

 

 

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