The Earth is alive below shaking disturbed cracking
still-yet in revolution,moaning rumbling protesting
O pale moon, bear witness
O sometimes silent sometimes chirping birds
take notes to the skies, fly as nature holds the
wings-from darkness to dawn.
Speak not of the blood
that flows like rivers from wounds
that oozes from cruel cuts by sticks and pellets
that drops from splinters showered by blasts
that is visible on clothes tattered and shrouds
O moon see the other side and send
a sign of peace
a bird of song
a light of love
Find, find a harbinger of truth justice and salvation.
The Earth is alive below, yearning to heal -
hoping, anticipating,
Words chosen: darkness, blood, harbinger
