The world has gone mad again,

And as the gulf between what is thinkable

And what is sayable grows wider and wider

I wonder what the future holds in store

For those who will follow in our footsteps.

A red moon looms overhead

But her name is never to be spoken

We must dutifully ignore

The Gods of Yore.

We have no need for such superstition now

We are becoming omnipotent

We will soon be immortal

Who cares about a Moon

Who says she is a Goddess?

She clearly isn’t there.

Government scientists have clearly shown

That Her Supposed Eminence

Does not exist, and most assuredly is not a Moon

Whatever that might be.

For there is no moon

Nor have we need of one

So stay inside

And keep your eyes on the screen

And away from the sky.

We know we are being lied to

We know that the wool is being pulled over our eyes

But what of those who will follow in our footsteps?

Will they know?

Will they sense in their spirits that something is wrong?

That something is missing?

That something is gone?