Laugh at the soul who is sick from the struggle;
Sneer at the blind man’s toupee;
Gibe at the honest, the just, and the righteous–
Nothing is sacred today!
Snicker at grandma’s and grandpa’s religion–
The suckers are suckers who pray;
Tear at the old institution of marriage–
Nothing is sacred today!
Laugh at the Scouts, and especially their leaders;
Chortle at ”Crime Doesn’t Pay”;
Yowl that the Bible was written for sissies–
Nothing is sacred today!
Scoff at the neighbor whose swearing is minus,
Who drinks not a drop, so they say;
Howl that his halo’s so tight that his head aches–
Nothing is sacred today!
Jeer at the heroes of yesterday’s battles;
Whose blood lubricated the way;
Gone and forgotten, so why do they matter?
Nothing is sacred today!
Laugh at the poems of Shakespeare and Robinson–
Poke fun at the POETS? –O.K.—-
For, they are the yokels who, mostly, we’re certain,
Think NOTHING IS SACRED TODAY!
by Ray Romine Saturday, January 15, 1944
