You have built and will build again Temples and churches that are all the same. Domes and spires are turned to heaven - The Houses of Lord, the houses of prayer. The prototypes of this architecture, You never surmised what is it like - Star-ships arrived from distant planets, Your forefathers had brought the life Here. You have painted the images of saints, Nimbi shine over their pious heads. Holy martyrs and mediators, You should not pray but do respect them. Look at the icons - whose portraits are there? What are these halos around their heads? They were astronauts in space-suit helmets Your progenitors were those who landed Here. They've created you On their image and likeness, They've given you life To keep on genes Of human race Unto ages of ages Continuing chain Of DNA. Ungrateful sons of glorious fathers You've made religion in place of science. Instead of searching, reaching new horizons You droop your heads and humbly prey in silence. Rise your heads and take your look to the sky, Countless stars are drawing curious eye. Spread your wings wide you never tried Before you have known the reason to fly. Unexplored worlds are waiting for you, Still unborn your children you have to do. Not the new gods for your posterity, But progenitors you should become to the Next. You should create the new ones On your image and likeness, You should give them life To keep on genes Of human race Unto ages of ages Continuing chain Of DNA.
