Those Vacant Moons

Let justice wish upon a right
and decree laws holy, Oh Holy Night.
Make pointless lines defining space
where defined minds define a case.
Listen! Agony laughs at the night's morning
with birds and clouds, the sun adorning.
Cynics doubt the daily loss
what lovely hate a narcissist toss.
Lights are dim outside the dark
so what can be made of the flying hark?
"We war for peace!" some patriots cry
though justice and truth an alibi.
"Heaven or hell!" a preacher's plea,
still godly truth will always flee.
And what love in their hearts,
those vacant moons,
weighs heavy, not light,
as lead balloons.
Restless spirits we are of wandering souls
last seen crossing pretty human shoals.
Not up nor down, this way or that,
we seldom know just where we're at.
Oh Silent Night has nothing to say
leaving minds imagined with their own way.