Rider of the Eagle
Whose step was higher than the Great
Pyramids
When you wrestled free from Mother Terra
Placed Man’s conquering foot on Luna
No human alive
Did not hear your mightily footstep
In no dark jungle, no burning desert
No frozen waste, no teeming city
Could that step not be heard
Great science hero
Sleep well, space hero
You taught the children
Learned the reasons when other heroes fell
Stayed away from the orators and cynics
Believed in your small, personal god
Refused to sell your voice for gold
Refused to lose hope
As your nation clipped Apollo’s wings
And turned its back on the stars
To read the books of hate
Great humble hero
Sleep well, space hero
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