Poetry
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The Moon Landing
Romeo Couqeh Kaine
The government should know they can't trick me
Flying through space is as toilsome as parting the sea
Moses may have done it, but Neil Armstrong is not he
A million miles away, America landed a hunk of metal on a rock
And with an air of freedom Neil descended and took a walk
I don't believe it, because it's not true
It was to a Hollywood studio that Neil flew
Green screens and CGI made the frontier of space
A tinted helmet visor covered the amusement on Neil's face
One small step for man
One giant leap for conspiracy kind
Richard Nixon, we know you lied
This poem was written by a Bay Area local for the San Jose Public Library Short Edition collection.
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