The Jealous Moon

The Jealous Moon

Bejewelled with blue crystals and green gems, says the jealous moon ‎to the earth 

‎It might look that way from where you stand 

But

Gardeners growing poisonous weed govern me

I taste fruits of cruelty and deadly obsession

I see giant trees decorated in ostentation

Vines of poverty and hunger sunk their roots into what they call the third world

My blood they polluted and decimated lungs

At night

Under your light

I observe you glowing encompassed by myriad of stars

Your beauty untainted

Your elegance unflawed 

Your reign free 

I wish I were you.