Fire ! fire! kindle a fire,
Kindle a flame to fling them in,
Christ, Buddha, and all the gods;
Worship is the primal sin!
Worship is the opiate
Lulling the people to their fate.
God and all the gods are straw;
Feed them to the fire's maw!

Here is the star of Bethlehem.
Fling it into the mouth of the flames.
We are the Wise Men, who have come
Out of slavery and shames.
Mockery and mirth we bring
To the Gods, made by man!
Christ and Buddha, Allah, Brahm'
Get from us but one psalm:
Into the flames with their names,
Then seek world-balm!

We are the Wise Men, and our church
Is no manger stall.
Long enough we 've fed on husks.
If Heaven is at all,
It is earth. Up, then, burn
All such meek humilities.
Christian kine may chew the cud
In their lowly muck and mud.
We will worship earth alone,
Earth swept clean of these!

We are the Wise Men, we are the priests
Of the Possible.
God is a bogey made by fears
In a fool's skull.
Kings and conquerors and lords
Of the world's fat treasure hoards
Shall not, with a yeast called Heaven,
Any longer our bread leaven.
Only of loaves made with Now
Will we eat: that we vow.
Yesterday was theirs; to-day
Broken they shall bow!

Kindle the flame! To its flood
Crescent, crucifix,
Swastika, and all god-signs
Fling — and let them mix.
We, the Wise Men, with a spoon
Bolshevik will stir soon
All dead creeds and tyrannies
Nations shall toss in with these.
For the one holy chant
With which all the world should pant
I S: THE PEOPLE ARE SUPREME .
G ODS ARE BUT A DREAM .