Blood Moon

Blood Moon

Look up at the sky

Watch Diana as she flies over

Her light casts dark red

The color of all she had defeated

It is a special night

When she shows her true self

For the world below to see

Pray to her on that night

Let her know that you see her

For in a few short hours

The true Diana will hide once again

Covered but the silver glow of the Moon

Blessed are the few moments we live for

The time when the blood moon rises

And the world is once again in a red light

That moment Diana will keep her promise

She will show us the heavens and the Earth

Show us life and death

She will show us the future and the past

So we stand and wait

Watching the horizon for the Moon to rise

And we will pray to Diana and all she offers

Then we will be blessed

Mother Nature's Blood

Mother Nature’s Blood

Watch Mother Naure bleed

Kill one of her children

Shoot that mother deer

Leave the fawn to fend for itself

You won’t take the meat

You won’t use the pelt

The deer died for your amusement

You didn’t care that she didn’t die right away

She laid on a pile of leaves

Watching her baby hidden in the bushes

You just walked away

Looking for another target as she took her last breath

The little fawn cried as her mother’s eyes closed

She snuggled to wake her mom up to play

But her mother was gone

The hunters left hours later

The more deer lay dead across the woods

More babies were left orphaned

Mother Nature bleeds with every death

She can feel an animal’s soul go to Heaven

Her blood covers the forest

Only to be washed away in the rain

The roses though

The beautiful white roses

They hold on to the blood

They hold on to the memories of the fallen

And they will show Mother Nature’s blood on their petals

There it will remain until the moment when the killing stops

And Mother Nature bleeds no more.

A Painting By Hitler

A Painting By Hitler

How did you make such beauty

Such perfect colors

Light and shadows set in just the right places

What were you thinking

Did you see the beauty of Austria

Did you imagine the people who lived in your art

Were they the blue-eyed blonde people you loved

Was your mind set away from the world you made

Or did you see every dead soldier in the colors

Was each brush-stroke marking someone else sent to the ovens

Why didn’t you paint the suffering you caused

The children and babies being killed at your whim

The old people who lived too long

The Jews, gays and gypsies who you hated for no reason

Why didn’t you paint them.

You will be remembered for all time

Not as an artist

You were never that good

You will be remembered as a murderer

You will be remembered as  lunatic

We will remember the millions you killed

The tortures you inflicted

We will mourn the people you killed

But no one will mourn you…ever