Upon this bushy spot,
A cathedral once stood

With dome covering our heavens.
The cathedral brought an epidemic
In it’s belly.
The epidemic afflicted our community;
Mostly women and youths,
That they defaecated on our sacred shrines,
And dancefully clapped their hands
To a song their fathers did not learn.

Upon this bushy spot,
A cathedral once stood,

Until time beamed some light
Exposing the filth of those parsons
And the deception of their profession.
Now, the same youths
Who rebelled against our ancestors
Are demolishing the relic of the cathedral,
Leaving women and children
To fan the dying embers
Of a dying religion.
But my melancholy remains;
These rebellions youths
Are neither in our shrines
Nor in the cathedral