Madness is placed in the faith of the few,
And truth in the faith of the masses.
Keeping their pompous parochial view,
The pagan put off, the pastor surpasses.
Human proportions, put in our classes,
Planning the form of our own execution.
As children, belittled for wearing their glasses,
Thought must endure through the day's persecution.
Life must convert from this cold constitution,
The populace pressing their policies made.
All will be faced with their own retribution,
When fallacies fall, and fantasies fade.
Theories abandoned, abundance forbade
The wisest of people to pierce through the veil.
For many a woe the "Copernicus" paid,
Awaiting the proof of "Columbus's" sail.
People still search for the Lord's Holy Grail,
Yet cast a cursed eye at the alien sought.
Insanity heard in minority's wail,
Reality marked in majority's thought.