We Hailed Cesar,
We hailed Mary and Grace,
We hailed the priest behind the curtain,
Even without seeing his face.
We hailed the pope
Who invited us to Pray;
Even after he found out
We were openly gay.
We hailed the heavens
When the torrential storm blew in,
We nearly hailed Bill Clinton
Despite his “Sexy Sin”
We crossed ourselves when weak at the knees,
We crossed ourselves in the desert
And from nowhere, felt a breeze
But if there is to be hope,
We must hail our supreme power,
“God,” heal the worlds bitter, violent souls
Who turn our sweet world sour.