The CIA told me to go away
Told me to come back some other day,
But im not to blame
I swear it wasn’t a plane
Im not playing no game
And im not going insane
Because I know what I saw
I saw it fly right by
It went from left to right
And it lit the up the darkness,
of the night
It was so fast
I was in despair
I knew you wouldn’t believe me
But I know it was there
What do I do to be believed?
Or do I follow the trend and become deceived?
They don’t believe us coz there all scared
So what do I do?
And how is this fair?
I know I wasn’t the only one to see
The mysterious aircraft that baffled me
So whom do I tell and what do I say?
Who will believe me?
For I don’t lie today?
I know what it was
But who was the captain
If I could only know
I might find satisfaction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem