My Sire Is Flying To The ‘Moon’ & Back, Lighting Bedlam Behind!

 

My Sire, Fred Flintstone, from Stone-Age,

Has sent to Moon, an eloquent Message;

That no more rule the Babies of The Slaves,

And no more Tower of Babel is built again!

Hypothesis -> There’s Always The Secret Child Of The Secret Society That Either Keeps It Undefeatable OR Brings Its Fall!

 

From an unwritten rule to dwell like climate,

As weather weathers’ every day, or, moment;

No rule that said to be on-air, float like feather,

Yet those unsaid things are misconstrued rather!