Alviss and the Internet

July 13, 2019

Amid the millennia to pass

Lived many who would seek to surpass

Venerated wise men, to whom the years had not been kind,

Instilled with a thirst they could not bind

Searching more than just a whim

So it was until we became like him.

Welcoming answers provided instantly

Everyone diluting their knowledge constantly;

Autism and vaccines once being as bedfellows

Rejecting prevention, many did bellow

Erroneously believing any of this,

No, we have not become like Alviss

Only recently have we become as sheep

The tides of change have slowly begun to creep.

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