They say, today, there is no God,
This is two thousand four,
That science's laws make all things work,
They say God was before.
Each depth or height their scopes of sight
Takes them, points clearly out
That there is order in all things
Created without doubt.
Manipulating genes' families,
They quest for something new,
No matter consequences they
Confront in all they do.
Still, science daily finds for it
Questions without answers
And music in all of life's songs,
Rhythms in its dances.