Subtle, secular satire, a precious gem,
A green sapphire: we are better than them.
How they kneel and pray to His mother dearly.
Praying to the mother He loved dearly.
CHORUS. Praying to the mother He loved dearly.
We mock their disagreements, divisions,
From our pedestal high, no illusions
Where sound science informs and illumines.
Oh, their prayers to the mother He loved dearly!
CH. Singing to the mother He loved dearly.
Institutional coup, they’re now our tools,
Peopled with letters, the rest are all fools,
With restive ridicule we tear down their stories.
Unceasing prayer to the mother He loved dearly.
CH. Chant hymns to the mother He loved dearly.
Seek to be worldly and pressure near peers,
To cleave to the rich who live without tears,
And leave all religion: its candles and scandals.
Intercessions from the mother He loves dearly.
CH. Venerating the mother He loves dearly.
Gary Edward Geraci