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New page: '''The New School Prayer''' is a satirical poem which criticizes the practice of refusing to allow [school prayer]. The original author is unknown; the poem is known to have been in circu...
'''The New School Prayer''' is a satirical poem which criticizes the practice of refusing to allow [school prayer]. The original author is unknown; the poem is known to have been in circulation since at least 1985. Numerous variants exist; one common version is included below. Despite being (at least) twenty years old, the poem remains popular, probably owing to the relevance of the message it conveys.
'''The New School Prayer'''
Now I sit me down in school,
Where praying is against the rule,
For this great nation under God
Finds public mention of him odd,
Any prayer a class recites
Now violates the Bill of Rights;
Any time my head I bow
Becomes a federal matter now.
Teach us of stars, poles, and equator,
But make no mention of their Creator;
Tell us of exports in Denmark and Sweden,
But not one word of what Eve did in Eden
The law is specific, the law is precise
Praying out loud is no longer nice;
For praying aloud in a public hall
Upsets believers in nothing at all
In silence alone can we meditate
And if God should be reached, well, that's great
This rule, however, has a gimmick in it:
You need to be finished in less than a minute;
So all that I ask is a minute of quiet
If I feel like praying, then maybe I'll try it
If not, oh Lord, this plea I make
If I'm shot in school, my soul you'll take.
'''The New School Prayer'''
Now I sit me down in school,
Where praying is against the rule,
For this great nation under God
Finds public mention of him odd,
Any prayer a class recites
Now violates the Bill of Rights;
Any time my head I bow
Becomes a federal matter now.
Teach us of stars, poles, and equator,
But make no mention of their Creator;
Tell us of exports in Denmark and Sweden,
But not one word of what Eve did in Eden
The law is specific, the law is precise
Praying out loud is no longer nice;
For praying aloud in a public hall
Upsets believers in nothing at all
In silence alone can we meditate
And if God should be reached, well, that's great
This rule, however, has a gimmick in it:
You need to be finished in less than a minute;
So all that I ask is a minute of quiet
If I feel like praying, then maybe I'll try it
If not, oh Lord, this plea I make
If I'm shot in school, my soul you'll take.