Dimensionless: The Church of Science
One of science’s problems
is that it’s just another religion.
Enshrouded the scientific tenets in dogma;
they’ve lost their cloak of precision
From the start we’re taught to memorize
learn all’s been done before
to advance and open new doors
yet they’re locked behind tithe and toll.
Can only fret the paywall
If you’re poor after all.
Next you see that knowing only matters
if you recite their set truths.
Deviate from the golden mantra,
find yourself a pariah of their group
Finally, at the highest stage, the ivory tower
Inspiring to those in power
But useful only if others cower
Many think that's where the theorems are made
the rigorous evidence conveyed
richly debated for decades.
But the ultimate collective of scientists
think their survival lies in preserving the medals
that only a select few have given their credentials
So they lie their way to the nice list
Data obscured, hypotheses twist
The prestige and money flow regardless
In olden days, the few brave grays
gay to be exploring the universe so foreign
held steadfast against corrupt leaders bedfast
to properly debate with evidence empiric.
But in modern times, the dissenting, flawed opinions
have weakened the stalwart legions
transformed to monolithic minions
Is it good that they fell? Impossible to tell,
left with a victory pyrrhic.
At least we can say
that if our truth is white and black
the fact adds dimension
where otherwise would be flat.
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