Lunar tears

Lunar tears falling

On a dying Mother Earth

Her skin rent and burnt

Her veins choked with trash

Rays of moonlight cleansing

The fresh-made wounds

Cool caresses soothing

The cruel, sore burns

The single duty fulfilled

Though not rewarded

The cradle of Mankind torn

By those it sheltered

The silver beacon calling

To a realm of peaceful rest

For life no longer healing

To death shall soon submit