Will St. Peter shake his head
When the last of them is dead?
Will he open the golden gate
Or do they deserve a different fate?
One makes murder, two makes war
Who digs the graves when they are no more?
In His image, they thought, He made them.
In whose image, are they not, forsaken?
Men in robes looked down,
Men in coats looked up.
Empiricists found no truth nor answer
And the righteous drank not His cup.
For the just