Too Many Notes
Remember the line
By the emperor
In Amadeus? A whine
From an uneducated
lecturer.
The king had no
credentials
In the specialty
of music.
His knowing only
tangential
He misused it.
“Too Many Notes,”
How did he know?
As emperor he
outvotes
Those in positions
below.
So, let’s take
Bill Nye,
The all-knowing
Science guy,
Whose umbrage is
showing.
This mere mortal
Who calculates the
future for us all
Believes himself
the portal
Of understanding,
to him only befall.
It is not umbrage
necessarily
That certifies his
arrogance,
It is hatred of
God, primarily
HIS ongoing
creation. Nye is incensed.
“I can be God,
Science backs me
up.
My purview is
broad
With an
overflowing of my cup.”
“The Church is
destroyed.
It was science and
I
Our method now enjoyed.
‘Lo, the hour of
freedom nigh.’”
No, not so fast
You feeble one!
Your method cannot
last,
Your work is actually
finished, done.
Too many people on
earth?
You’ve made a
calculated threat
To God Who gives
birth.
Your life, too,
owed, debt.
Nye, you have no
compassion,
Abortion is just
another right.
Euthanasia is a
process to cash in
Body parts of the
dead, a fury ignite.
You, of all
scientists,
Should know
science’s premise.
The Church gave
you Enlightenment
Now time for your
penance.
You cannot create
the world,
You can only kill
it.
Is that what your
science will unfurl?
Can you undo what
God writ?
Think it over.
You have a brain.
Give up your
hostile takeover
And let the earth
remain.
