When the knee cap of suppression Quenched the booming flame And covered its embers with a pall of Golgotha ash Earth moved from its axis Grief was the force Perhaps a first or not, of its sordid kind The Vatican wields no monopoly In nepotistic awarding of the halo Mother earth couldn't agree more - Together with the wilting wind The shrunken sun The nostalgic body of waters; Above your cranium Sits not the hangman's noose But a halo by God bequeathed; Vox populi-vox dieu* Hence this canonization ____________________________________________ Voice of the people is the voice of God