I though I had landed on the moon
by Tony Adah
With joy so consummate like that
Of Armstrong, Aldrin or Collins
I looked back, Egypt in sight far
And the wilderness billowing with roaring winds
From the azure sky a spell of scorching sun.
Everything is here
But who could give me the eyes to see
Or the strength to work?
I gathered what I could-
A mansion, a car and cash
Still I will go home alone.