Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Dance of the Madmen

The same day a blood red moon showed in the early morning sky, two madmen talked war in the Middle East. President Bush spoke to a group of veterans of the dangers of "nuclear holocaust" if Iran develops key nuclear enrichment capabilities and of his intent to "confront Iran before it's too late."

Iranian President Ahmadinejad did his best to keep the verbal battle going. "I can tell you there will be a power vacuum in the region," he said. "We are ready with other regional countries, such as Saudi Arabia, and the people of Iraq to fill this vacuum." Did the Shia leaders say Saudi Arabia, America's ally? Aren't they Sunni? Does this mean they want to manage their region without U.S. interference? Well, that means war and Bush knows how to start one. I'm not sure he knows when the "Mission's Accomplished".

I did wake up in the middle of the night to watch the lunar eclipse. The moon stood in the Earth's shadow with only red light waves bending around our planet to ever so lightly illuminate the lunar surface. When I awoke the next morning, I felt compelled to create a poem, not knowing saber rattling would happen hours later. Here it is.

This Morning the Moon Bled

Who took the light of the full moon last night?
For hours it shone bright enough to bait a hook.
Then with dawn but hours away,
a sneaking shadow crept down from the north
Like an invading army it slowly overtook the sphere,
robbing it of light

The tiny black arc turned to red as it advanced,
leaving the surface stained with blood.
Who do we blame for this?
Was it God, the leaders of shadow armies, or the victim itself?
As the first two are infallible,
I can only presume the moon deserved to bleed.

As my night time friend darkened crimson
The stars in the surrounding sky brightened
Is that the job of those far from the battlefield?
The next time blood pours across the ground
Are we to shine our light?

It will happen again,
The chatter ensures such a thing
Infallible, opposing Gods order it.
Leaders promise it.
Victims wait for their transformation to target,
while attackers line up the enemy in their sights.

The moon cries out in vain,
“Didn’t I just bleed enough for us all?”
But it is only a celestial object,
Ignored by opposing Gods,
and Machiavellian leaders intent on gaining prizes through overwhelming force.
Who can bleed enough for us all in such a system?
When the Moon fails, the billions and billions of stars must come through.