Poetry by Hayden McCain

Humanity's moon

We are the moon
split in half
right down the middle
one side is light
the other is dark .
But both sides
fight. They fight for
their own selfish sides
not even thinking
that their fight
the lights of rights
don't even
Matter.
Because they already
had the right
To walk ,talk, live
give, write and fight .
When they were born with
a tongue to talk
legs to walk
a brain to think
two hands to write
and a body
to be bold.
Were these fictional rights
just created for one goal .
For the government
to make our minds
be guided like cattle
by the maniacal
men of the
media into
the governments
gate
of control.