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?