Such days as these, when horrors have been done,
And which have led to wars that, once begun,
Seem to have no end, to ever run,
Make ditches look far better than they might.
The Stupid God does thrive on people's fright
And withers when it is exposed to light
Of knowledge. Thus it throws its shadows up
And on the darkness following does sup,
Drinking fear from ever-growing cup.
It falls on us to pour it no more drink,
To close its tap--and if we will but think,
Instead of letting us into fear sink,
We can that tap close. We can stint the flow
That now to Stupid God does swiftly go.