Space race wars
Political chores
Mundane ores
Found on lunar shores
We can grace
A race
Around a face
In orbital place
Metals of rocky petals
On Selene we settle
A colony of met, hell
Cold, cratered, wet, not well
We’ll get there soon enough
Before those Russian’s pull their bluff
Even China with his ideology stuff
Can’t compare when we reach this guff.
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I would like to translate this poem
' we can trace a race around a face in orbital place'............cool