A poem should be equal to: Not true

What do the scriptures say,

Of the stars that hide in day?

The dance of the infinite stars,

The giant spheres moving with such haste,

All in the sea as dark as tar,

In the scriptures, what is their place?

In the bible of know-it-all fools,

Where are all the atoms and molecules,

The Chemistry and Physics rules?

Why hide the Biological miracles,

And leave Scientists as a group of miserables?

Is religion really such a poison,

A hate machine that’s always on?

Some, like Hitchens, like to argue,

While some just want to care for Mittens.

A few things I think and lament,

Some things that leave on my heart, a dent :

Is it a human obligation,

To fight for Science in every nation?

Is it a social obligation,

to keep mum to maintain a necessary relation?

One thing to me is quite clear,

And those who disagree gets a leer;

We should all have an obligation,

To always keep Science in motion.

To put things plainly,

And not in way that’s dainty :

Religion comes from a period of human prehistory.

Where many a wonder was an unfound mystery.

It comes from the bawling and fearful infancy of our species,

Where we hadn’t even explored half of the seven seas.

To meet our demand for knowledge t’was a babyish attempt.

If it dare oppose Science, treat it with contempt

The words of someone too idealistic,

Is often pompous and too bombastic,

To the reader they confuddle,

Creating a mental kerfuffle.

Lament because they’re quite bright,

And their theories aren’t that trite.

Lament because some can’t present,

And it’s they who can change the present.

I’d prefere a girl who reads,

Because what’s more important, what supercedes,

Is a girl with wit, passions, and dreams,

So I’d prefer a girl who reads.

A girl who gleans novels and poetry,

And holds conversations that are lively.

A girl that ties her hair while reading Jane Eyre.

A girl that feeds her addiction for fiction,

For unusual poems, for unusual peoms,

And camps in a crooked bookstore for days.

She’ll be soaking up the back of her cornflakes box,

And the info she gets from reading makes her a total fox.

She’s interesting and unique because she reads,

And her theories will make me weak in the knees.

She’ll analyse the menu over dinner,

And using what she reads, she’ll kick my arse in arguments, always being the winner.

She’ll still be sweet and dirty,

Cos’ she likes the classics, and they’re pretty dirty.