RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
Blood Moon
Blood moon springs from a fire sky
Blood water flows in the canyon
Coyotes run and eagles fly
All hope here abandon
What more can we do or say?
How might we atone?
Would you have us bow and pray?
Will you leave us now alone?
Blood moon in a sky of gray
Streaking through the valley
Haze chasing back the day
Hiding in the alleys
What more can we say or do?
On whom can we depend?
Change our course from false to true
The beginning of the end
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