You Could Have

Could I have ever really seen
under the shade of the rocky moon
the flash of light from your latest machine
what it was, what it would mean, the tears I wept, the tears I clean.


Could I have ever really known
about your talk of no spring
the colorful pictures you had shown,
my flowers plucked, my garden blown
the trees burned, the seeds unsown


Could I even now realize
where my home disappeared
under the thick black oil, it buys
your words, your constant lies,
deaf to the cries, no matter who dies.


Or in your eyes should I see my fate
dare and try to save us all
from the greed and senseless hate
leave my Mom, my empty plate
my cold crib,and not just lie here in wait !