The future of the future isn’t what it used to be
We crossed the New Frontier and look around us and we see
Aspirations, once so bold, so high and Apollonian
Confined into a dusty case somewhere in the Smithsonian.
The Moon, it seems, is made of rocks. We have the rocks to prove it.
A greater feat of genius than the paintings in the Louvre. It
Wasn’t private equity that built those giant rockets
You didn’t see the “job creators” reach into their pockets.
If you want to reach the Moon your prospects will depend
On a certain willingness to–ahem– “tax and spend.”
And in the modern lexicon it all sounds so distasteful
Tea Party knows the government’s incompetent and wasteful
By definition anything it does is a mistake
And Fox TV will tell you that the landings all were fake.
And science has to answer for the way it rides roughshod
Over the eternal truths as written down by God.
Apollo Missions 1, 2, 3 …. 8, 9, 10, 11:
Why bother going into space unless to look for Heaven?