WHAT IF...

What if the stars fall down
Upon our sins and iniquities
And nobody gets a crown
Not even the holiest?

What if out of utter silence
The trees cry out in anguish
With voices that have been in absence
In a world that does languish?

What if the moon goes red
Red so thick as the blood of a thousand men
Slain for a cause so innocent
And buried to ever be forgotten?

What if the sun goes cold
Or chooses to disappear
Being weary of the evil that abounds in this world?
No, not one soul would it spare!
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And what if there is no pen
What if there are no words nor ink
What would the poet do then
What would become of me?