Darkness Smudges the Best of Intentions

Two days ago I feel from the sun

Into a pool of moonlight in the North where I run,

To find people smudged with long, hating, faces

That only show fear when trespassing their spaces.

 

I did not mean to walk on their turf,

I did not know they bought their land off mother earth.

What was the price? Who gives that right?

Surely that can’t be measured.