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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