The Moon

                                    

While moths and caterpillars spin cocoons
Fishes are floating dead in polluted lagoons
Only some dream of flying to the moon
While many dream of becoming a tycoon

Tonight I looked up to the skies so soon
Waiting for a vision of a white circled balloon
The earth and its rotating moon
Rotating around a universal shaped spoon

And in the full glimmer of the moon
I hear the cries of endangered baboons
I hear the cries of wild life harpooned
While platoons of life watch the moon

Tonight I think only of singing a little tune
Debating if the moon glitters in her misfortunes
If life would only occur on the moon
I could draw it out like a cultural cartoon