The gods invisible have mantled Earth;
They’ve spread their gospel of such grave concern
That man must face his sins. This tragic dirge
That ends all work and play, now takes its turn
Dethroning Progess from her tarnished perch—
Oh, where to look to find the new divine
Where we might cherish meaning on our search,
For icons newly minted we’ll enshrine;
We’ll pray to them so not to be alone.
To the overriding power, the new anointed might
We’ll sacrifice ourselves, our very bones,
Our flesh and blood—we’ll keep this god in sight
As now we go to worship all its power
Entrusting You, Big Pharma. Save us in this hour!