Analysis of WANDERER

On the strange rock
Bellow the blue dock
Lives the merry cock
In his head,is shock.

Some say we believe
But their holies mischive
Others unshocked! Thrive
Mystery? Some answer to have.

So far the Nature tried
As,the Darwin cried
Produced a six feet cockied!
Strange! He crushed his every side.

I told my father,how the world run
He said,get out of my den
The moon God had,had the fun
Untill the Armstrong made a run.

They sent zhurong on the mars
But the red God, didn't make a stance
I'm talking of the red glance
Aten,Parker made him dance.

This is strange,why we are
This is mad,how we are
Lucky! Who we are
WANDERER?  or nor