Don't Tell Me The Moon Is Falling

                                    

Don’t tell me the moon is falling

Or that you’ve found the circle in the sky

That hides God.

I would not debate with you

Over how long Adam’s beards were

Nor on Jesus’s shoe size.

It won’t put food on my brother’s table.

Tell me where to find my

neighbour’s son

Who went to sell sachet water

But has not returned

Tell me that young man has resigned from the bomb factory

Tell me my granny’s pension

And my mother’s salary’s been paid.

Tell me you have found the cure for AIDS.

Don’t tell me the moon is falling

Or that you have discovered

With scientific exactitude

The size of the sun

Call me when you have found the clue

To the riddle of malnutrition

Tell me one word

To end the word ‘war’.

Don’t tell me with exact precision

The millions lodged in that bourgeoisie’s account

Nor bring me news that he has built another mansion on sea in Dubai

Call me when he builds a school in my hometown                               

And a library in the city.

                         

You have discovered the statistics of the dead

(That's good)

Now tell me what to do to keep the living

From toeing that  path

Tell me what would hold their breath till the next day.

                  

Don’t tell me the moon is falling

For it won’t bring food to my brother’s table.