I Love Them Though They Are Wrong

When I came from my office, My father told me, Man reached moon, I rushed to the balcony, Started starring at the moon, Soon I realized my simplicity. A few days latter, While going to office, I heard some men, It is a lie. The illiterate and ignorant, Simple on the other hand, One of them a little literate, Looking wiser than others, Said not yet the man, Has reached Kohe Quaf, Where fairies live. How can reach, The moon so far? Definitely a lie. Sometimes latter, I read a news, In a leading newspaper, Neil Armstrong, Heard on the moon, A call for prayer. How simple are the men, They do not know, Sound needs a medium, For propagation. And on the surface, Of the moon, There's no atmosphere, No medium. All our senses, are a touch, When a sound wave touches, The hearing sense, We feel a sound. What is important, These simple men, Although simple, Although ignorant, Don't kill anyone, Women or children, May be illiterate, May be ignorant. They are not one of, The hating terrorists, They are not one of, Killing activists, They are not one of, Religious extremists, How simple are the men, Deserving a song, I love them, Though they are wrong.