Rockefeller's death

The black moon's out there 
All alone in the bright sky 
The tall factories stand here 
With the silence on every gear 
The dark stars come out of the hide 
From dungeons Walking straight into the streets
Their esteem will have no audience but will be the genesis
And their brightness is lost to shine of the pyre of materials
Into the sky up there painted with the black moon
My father will stop working 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 vex 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
Every minute While resting under the parked wagons
Of the rail road companies that sold litter
Now all of them are gone
The rails and the roads,all gone
The Rockefeller left 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 to 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 there is a black moon Every night you pray, pray for everyone
To the Gods of some reason.

-Aroon Che