The Faith of Our fathers
by Walter A Adams

What is the faith of our fathers
If we are come up from the mud
Are we close kin to the dog and the rat
Does our stomach compel us to blood

Do we rip what we need from whoever is near
And count any feeding as good
What is the faith of our fathers
If we are come up from the mud

Who is the god in our temple
Who tells us we’re born of the slime
Who bids us bow down to the “fittest”
And the devil take him that’s behind

Counting the corpses we claw our way over
To be sure that we’re not left behind
Who is the god in our temple
Who tells us we’re born of the slime

And what is the hymn that we dance to
That drones in our ears day and night