ode to Atheistic Blossoms

Atheistic flowers are blooming

Watered by the Bastille ink of Voltaire,
by the copious tears of Galileo and Spinoza,
by the blood of Marlowe, Thomas Aikenhead, and myriad other martyrs:

Atheistic flowers are blossoming.
Their meme garden is growing
(conservative with liberal blossom, manicured white rose with blue-collared snapdragon)
filling the lush civil fields of Europe
along with the Mao-"fertilized" terrain of China, boldly finding open-minded earth by the coy ponds in Thailand and Laos,
appearing in lustrous shades(though surrounded by superstitions and long-rooted, reactionary weeds)from Cuba to America to the sands of Africa

Yes, the bees of liberalism, learning and science are spreading their pollen of humanist truth to receptive pistils in the minds of youth.
Yes, the workers are too few, but the garden of truth is growing.
Yes, atheistic blossoms are blooming in all the shades of humanity... daring to show their true colors banned since before a ban could be written, now free to brightly reflect the sun that created us without aid of God, Buddha, or serpent rod.