Man In The Moon

&nbspMan In The Moon Oh what upon the moon is seen? A face so worn with age; The eyes of eons stare below, And watch man's foolish rage. A simple tool, a fire built, Began destruction's path. And through the years it expanded 'till He scarred Earth with his wrath. Wars for creed, for land and need, Battles fought for naught. A thousand lifetimes, nothing learned, It seems man can't be taught. Nations, kingdoms, come and gone; Each one proclaimed their might. But though they had their day to shine, They also had their night. King Tut, Augustus, Solomon, Hitler, Nero, Saul: A thousand more have come and gone, Have watched their people fall. To live beside each race and kind Seems such a simple thing. But when new power comes of age, There's death upon it's wing. Some want power, wealth, or fame. Some revel in the fear, Of people trodden underfoot; Ruled by sword and spear.. Why must man fight, kill and maim, What is the final cost? Millions dead, plagues run wild, Entire races lost. It makes one wonder what he's seen, That man inside the moon. Does he still cling to the hope? Or prays that man dies soon? This simple thought, so basic, yet Man hides behind the fleece - Instead of opening his eyes, And working towards world peace.