Just like science teaches us so,
It’s the way we all must go.
Out with the fix-all herbs and spice,
Out with the memes, hypes and flights.
Out with the junk, rubbish and trash,
In with the reality healthy feelings of wrath.
You not hurting me for I have been saved,
but now I know you’ve numbered your days.
You won’t hurt anyone close to me,
but you may hurt something they care about,
so please.
Out with the hate,
distain and musts.
In with the love,
homage and trusts.
Out with the
addictive stereotypes,
in with the inspirational
architypes.
Here to be hero,
hate to be late,
but the future of the world,
are no one’s – but your fate.
Brightly coloured beauty halls,
with the subsequent specialists greeting at doors.
Shining lights and ringing bells,
you can hardly hear them but their synchronised spells.
Gospel magic
juxtaposed,
sceptic school’s
subjects are posed.
Linguistic vernacular articulated,
harmonising singing revenerated.
Gardening delights demystified,
Smells and sounds reinvigorized.
There are thousands of millions of plans to make,
and millions of thousands of breads to bake.
Billions of neurons to fire still,
before the world understands still.
If the study of science secured a rut,
It’s dispelling fears and the blockages we got.
The humble humour helps hits hints,
Fearing fancy finds fabulous facts.
Honest Hard work persistence pests,
on their high horses dealing with possessed.
Talking preaching praying just so,
so everyone can see, and yet none will go.
Words are cheap,
can’t break your bones,
but the powers they have,
turns us to drones.
Three is the dimensional division of space,
and three is the time that shows the most grace.
Three is the layers of E B and W,
Maybe with M the master can stop.