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Earth and the moon

Sep 24, 2022
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By Revon Dias


Earth and the moon

Hey moon, around me you encircle like a wheel; Sorry never asked anytime “How do you feel?”, The people over here praise your beauty a lot Thought why not ask your opinion about them? Yes, why not give it a shot.

Yes brother, those days shoot on my pea sized brain; When your residents came on me on a structure like a grain, They landed on me bouncing like the rubber balls we look: Later scratched my bald skull with something like a hook, Treating me kindly ever since then, Exposed their subtle and kind gesture; Always I suppose that they treat you the same way, Under the dawn and its luster.



No sir, that’s where you are wrong, There’s no respect for anyone here; They treat you like a bell, sometimes ding and sometimes dong. They’ve burnt my feet, blurred my vision with their smoke; Wrecked all my produces, this past morning had held me in a choke. You know what, they’ve started hating love and started loving war, Sadly the past can never be retrieved Because things have gone too far.

I have been blessing them with the gifts to nourish their soul, But sadly they get my importance only during the need of coal. You have no people on you, the reason you’re alive and as good as new; I warn you: Humans might be coming to reign on your soul Coz habitats other for them are very few.

Yes sir, I get your feeling with no stumble in my hope; But the Lord almighty also has a long rope tied to the neck of the man and it has its end But when it reaches there he’s not attaching a bend. Pulling it back is going to hurt for sure And then maybe they will stop desiring for more Repent of their sins and cry for some relief, But till then I think the God himself will lose in them his own belief.

I do hope for the best and would say they opt the easy way, And not wait for the vengeance of the judgment day After all at the end some do consider me their mother; this is the only way to save the some from harm, there isn’t another. Pals, love me as your own and I will love you as one; Don’t wait for the nights, do your duties to me under the sun.



By Revon Dias




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