Space Race
by Sam M. Phillips

Out beyond the radiation belt
Our human bodies melt,
We’ve been dealt a lie
As to why we’re here on Earth,
The very reason for our birth.

The girth of the planet is girded,
Force field to keep us herded,
Word is we’re free,
But I see evidence
That we don’t have independence.

There is a fence
Of energy surrounding us,
A few hundred miles above the surface,
The space race is staged,
The people should be enraged,
But they are engaged
In the false tale told.

The hold of puppet masters tight,
Even if the truth might slip,
They take dissenters in their grip,
Lip service to the masses,
Any old lie passes.

Their voices large,
They lead the charge,
Barge down the opposition,
Put them in the position
Of appearing crazy
When they poke holes
In your hazy front,
You’re lazy and blunt,
But you work
Like a hammer.

I stammer,
A little cog,
Fog of war
Hides the crimes
Of these times,
National debt climbs
As the race to space
Is given a place
In the psyche of humans,
While problems consume them
Here and now on Earth.

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