Summer Evenings

The glowing moon shines
And reflects over the dark pool,
The one with people still in it
On summer evenings.

Flies skim
The humid skies
To feast on treasures
On summer evenings.

Crickets chirp
The saddest song
Ever sung
On summer evenings.

Whizzing cars
Never notice
The glorious beauty shown
On summer evenings.

The silence that emits
From the starry skies
Is magnified
On summer evenings.

Handkerchiefs are filled
With the sweat
Coming from foreheads
On summer evenings.

It seems
That there has been a massacre
Of innocent people
On summer evenings.