As The Moon

As the Moon races in the sky,
I will ask of God and try
To understand the place we're in,
Unencumbered by lies and shame.
I don't know about where thought began,
But do know that this public display,
Must, I stress, must go away.
One can rant, rave and shout,
Sleeping with the Devil, is no doubt.
Something that bothers me most,
Is the evil I see with this host,
Of damaging our nations pride
And why this embarrassment, must hide.
This person, we have is so untrue.
That's how I feel. How about you?