Words.

I look up at the stars and see they're not shining.

I look up at the moon and see for peace it is pining.

I look up at heaven and see gods eyes are weeping.

From us goodwill on earth the devil is keeping.

I look up at the sun and see it’s not shining.
Then i remember you won’t see it shining.
Because i reside in the British isles.
Sorry about this part of my poem.
Bloody British weather.

I look down at hell and see the devil is joyful.

I look down at its occupants and see they are not soulful.

I look down then look up and shout to heaven stay hopeful.

For sure in the end evil will get old and good will stay youthful.

I now rest my case and at peace i do lay.

For a future of goodness for all i do pray.

I know what i write will come about some day.

That's it the end no more my voice or my pen has to say.