Mother Mary

Supper, supper on the wall,

Who is the royalest of them all?

Jesus Christ, said Mother Mary 

You mean Old Spice? Give me that cherry 

I don’t need diamonds, I don’t need gold 

I don’t need heaven or hell or throne 

I need fresh air, clean water and daises 

Fiery dragonflies and crazies 

I can’t read scriptures, I don’t need healing 

My sacred land is happy feeling 

Not kneeling, kissing stone faced saints 

Not choking down my own faith 

I believe in sunshine, rains and storms 

I worship nature. Now get off that throne!

– Marina Orlova