Black Moon

The black moon's out there All alone in the bright sky,

The tall buildings stand here With the silence on every tier,

The dark stars come out of the hide Walking straight into the streets,

Their esteem will have no audience but will be genesis

And the brightness is lost to shine of the pyre of materials.

In the sky up there painted with the black moon

My father will stop work in the mines

And my brother will start his real life My mother,

will no longer work for the houses

And my sister will be back with no marks of knife.

The mines will go dry of men And the whites go blind of slaves.

The arts will look up to my brother's hymn.

And the lust will not find my sisters.

So the days have come Of what we dreamt together.

While resting under the parked wagons

Of the road companies that sold litter

Now all of them are gone

The Rockefeller left all the world all alone With all his greed wasted as wine

That never saw the light and the dine

And this is our land Remember we shall build our mansions

On the bones of our fathers

Remember we shall farm our crops

On the soil soaked with blood of our brothers

Lets be the children of God

And share the love to them

The love they didn't give us

Lets be the fathers of good

And bring the end to this mayhem

For its carries no use and sense

Look at the sky

And black moon

Every night you pray

To the Gods of some reason.

THE EDICIUS