there is an unbecoming stillness
in the night
the moon knows somewhere life
is being stolen from the innocent
she watches the people
as they carry on with their usual routines
it is true the moon reflects what she sees
just as the tongue reflects what the heart feels
like a helpless dummy, like mindless drones
people who know the truth, suppress it
and because of it the world sleeps
while it slowly dies, not realizing its fate
and though violence and evil
reign over the rulers of the earth
people willingly deceive themselves
blinding themselves of their own mortality
unaware of the impending death
hovering on their front porches
no unblemished blood for it to passover
deaf to the knocking, He knocks
but unaware you all remain