Human Game

Everything, everyone.

The moon belongs to everyone

And no one just the same

And life it will go on

Whether we leave or stay

But you're the only constant

Who can't be chased away

Both hated and wanted

Depending on the day

The stars belong to you and me

And no one else can say

Whether we believe or see

And never contemplate

Why we play this human game

Author's Note

Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with your words and thoughts. I'm 1/2 Ojibwa. We believe. Can't own the land, sky or sea. They are for the all of us. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote