If  I speak, I am termed vociferous
If not, am branded a coward
I am over smart pronouncing  ideas
Dumb hat, when quiet I am called

Ice broke, ages changed
A stone or modern left us evolved
Galileo stoned and Jesus nailed
To emerge a scientist and a blessed

What am I? Am I all
Gods creation or science and all
Myself, am I in this game at all?
With credits to God and changes of evolution and all

Krishna came, Rama gone
Eras changed on religions dawn
Battered and bruised I am still the same
Ditching and killing just for fame.