Our lawmakers, have open space in their minds,
trying to discover planets, avoiding much suffering, in real time,
never a true honest reason, why we pay, so our lives fall behind.
They are really, out in space, wanting to journey, so far,
that's why we pay high taxes, when ever we buy a car,
spending billions, just to see if water is on the planet mars.
It's a discovery, mission,
that's what they want us to believe, only, a chosen few,
allowed to travel, feeling free,
as for all our hard earned taxes, A blurry picture, we may get to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice lament. Believe it or not this planet will become uninhabitable some day so we need to find abother planet where the human race can continue flourishing. Otherwise we will be extinct.