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