All he said was, read the book!
But none of them would even look:
Pols and pressmen, popes and presidents,
United in their unread reticence;
And when he cited chapter and verse,
He drew their wrath and hateful curse;
Said they, "What can't the devil quote?"
But this scripture the devil wrote!
As they searched for root causes,
He cast a light on root clauses;
Money conquers all, they assure us,
Impervious to the power of suras.
A voice in the Wildersness,
It fell to him, Great Geert, to redress
The fall of freedom to forces foreign,
The freedom he found the West's true core in.