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 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 you cranium Sits not the hangman's noose But a halo by God bequeathed; Vox populi - vox Dieu Hence this canonization