THE SHRINKING MOON

 
Creation spoke so softly at the start
All of God's creatures with the same heart
No anger, no rage, no disease, no ill
No signs of aggression, no need to kill

Greed was not a seed planted
In the garden of Eden's soil
Neither was selfishness a fruit desired 
To amass millions at the destruction 
Of earth's existence 

The arsenal of God was not unleashed 
No hurricanes, earthquakes and winters cold
Like consuming sheets
The sun's rage was never before felt
Just a wonderful warmth caressing ones self 

But soon the heavens were angry with man
He became a force of destruction 
Bent on destroying the godly land
To his evil desires his heart did succumb
Building weapons of mass destruction 
Toying around with the atom bomb 

Now here we are, light years away 
From the garden of Eden's bloom
A world filled with chaos and hatred 
The recipients of a shrinking moon.

Wilford Barker.