Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The stars in decrescendo

12th October
Burning leaves are falling
Into worn out lands
Forsaken crowns and crosses
The stars in decrescendo
A mad man picks a stone
And throws it at the moon

I’m thinking about Persia
She lashes ancient poems
I’m thinking about Europa
She hustles off a cliff
What about America
She tortures obese bodies
I’m thinking about India
She chokes from corrupt breath
I’m thinking about Africa
Her children carry weapons
I’m thinking about Asia
Her children have no names
I turn towards South America
She burns down fairy lands
And island ark Australia
Turns rivers into sands

Once upon a time
There was a nameless child
Crossing many lands
In a woolen robe
One night it picked a stone
Aiming for the moon
It hit an old tree’s crown
And golden leaves were falling
Into small warm hands

Once upon a time
There was a nameless boy
Crossing many lands
On a silk paved road
One night he picked a stone
And built a golden temple
With his graceful hands

Once upon a time
There was a nameless man
In a promised land
With giant golden castles
One night he picked a stone
And shattered crystal towers
With his greedy hands

Once upon a time
There was a mad old man
In a hideous land
With burning trees and rivers
One night he picks a stone
And throws it at the moon
With his worn out hands
He hits an old tree’s crown
And burning leaves are falling
Into fading lands