Look up ye fool, your ditch is not wisdom's hoary peak.
In thy squalid hole Darwin is king, and God is no more.
Shut thy eyes, plug thy ears, lest ye learn thy mind be weak.
Scratch the dirt, sift the dust for that illusive perfect bone.
Perhaps it shall be thy comfort when misery and death doth appear.
Children look proof ! When all fails why pray for we are all alone.
Who needs God! Thou hast monkey bones, no need for thee to fear.
O ye blind ones, hide thy tawdry ignorance behind a fossil curtain.
Claim any that disagree are fools to question such perfect reason.
Science stop! Forsake reason, prohibit doubt, it is settled, it is certain!
We are descendants of apes there is no other view, if so it is treason!
Like thugs ye roam the halls of learning, looking for dissent.
Scholar beware! There is no room here for you to question!
Spread not thy hope; nor rebellion against our king foment.
Our mind is made, no new science, evidence shall we shun.
O ye unbelievers thy king Darwin is powerless, rotting in a booth.
Our God is, and shall avenge us, for our children ye have stole away.
He sees thee mocking, rattling your sacred bones, calling our youth.
Ye say; except for fools, all believe like me, there be no other way.
Save thy glib smile, your callous wink and thy pat on my ignorant head.
Scholarship hath brought me here, honest study, hard work and sweat.
Jaundiced eyes have led you to a doctrine, that like it's king is dead.
Truth it's corpse shall bury, when honest science and public hath met.
When evolution's absurdities and hoaxes alas meet the glaring light.
It's priests shall scream and curse our God. O but it will be too late.
Without politics and courts to quell the truth, how then shall they fight?
Truth shall set science free, while shame falls upon the scoffer's pate.
Wesley Jones
Scholar beware! There is no room here for you to question!
Spread not thy hope; nor rebellion against our king foment.
Our mind is made, no new science, evidence shall we shun.
O ye unbelievers thy king Darwin is powerless, rotting in a booth.
Our God is, and shall avenge us, for our children ye have stole away.
He sees thee mocking, rattling your sacred bones, calling our youth.
Ye say; except for fools, all believe like me, there be no other way.
Save thy glib smile, your callous wink and thy pat on my ignorant head.
Scholarship hath brought me here, honest study, hard work and sweat.
Jaundiced eyes have led you to a doctrine, that like it's king is dead.
Truth it's corpse shall bury, when honest science and public hath met.
When evolution's absurdities and hoaxes alas meet the glaring light.
It's priests shall scream and curse our God. O but it will be too late.
Without politics and courts to quell the truth, how then shall they fight?
Truth shall set science free, while shame falls upon the scoffer's pate.
Wesley Jones
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