Pale mooN

in the pale moon howls are heard,
in the misty fog, seen are the flapping wings of a bird,
sudden silence, and cold sweeps through ones nerve,
for it is a child we see, born, lonely and small,
this child is we, for no time is given instead of it all,
pain of this new world is of that we feel nothing at all,
yet orders we are given, and most do as told,
we are the same young as we will be the same old,
work you fingers to the bone and duley pay your dues,
what say i,we, wander a different path and ignore there murderous cues?

education by the state is what we're taught,
but what state of mind do they wish we have?
for we think anlong a different line, if we cross shall surely be caught,
never wonder and think to yourself, stay on the righteous path,
beaten, like the tree in all its splendor, cut down in its prime,
"save the rain forrest!" we are taught at school, as we write on paper,
thinking with confinds is much welcomed, outside is for the dogs, a waster,
these places of society births our thoughts,of greatness or of fools?
how many laws should man be under before he can rise?
crazy are we, from ordernece and rules,
but your have a job to do, so pick a career,
but how does one do a job, when all we have learnt is fear?..

death in a distant place, where our kind were never born,
yet we are still there,
fruits and dark gold does that land bear,
but which is thicker?that or the blood of my brother?
a pale moon rears its head, morn your dead as she weeps... our mother