Back in the summer of 1969, I was one of the millions who saw the lunar module land,
To doubt that it landed is simple to refute,
However, to know where it went is much more difficult to dispute.
Shadows in the background, wind on the flag, over thirty things wrong- look at the sand.
Now, after the government cover-ups, killings, and mysterious missions,
Could it be possible that we never landed on the moon at all- such indecisions?
Surely our government wouldn’t do that, withhold the truth and perpetuate this story.
For what purpose maybe some sort of greater glory?
Now, let us see what other mysteries they may want us not to discover
In 1968, RFK was shot at 14 times with a eight shot revolver.
We have the magic bullet that killed his brother
It was not shot from the rear but shot by another.
In the 1980’s we sold drugs to make money to buy weapons,
We then gave weapons to our friends that now use them against us.
Oh, what have learned in the past fifty years, up is down and down is being rained upon us,
Our enemy is not our enemy, our enemy may simply be us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem