The Lament of the Anti-vaxxer
The Lament of the Anti-vaxxer
Crawl I now into the light
From Xanadu, a wretched creature, I
Born of ignorance, a Caliban of the night
Wild-eyed and breeding filth with my fight
Against the truth, the belief in the science of injection
Knowing I am wrong, I seem to plunge ahead stubbornly
Unconcerned my words may lead to dangerous infection
I am a Grinch who cares not about rejection.
Understand me now, I plead with you
Lest you think me inhuman, obtuse in my thoughts
My soul is not empty, my heart beats yet
My blood has not congealed, I need for you
To understand this, for I am not the villain you think.
You call my plea for science a deception.
My predictions of the end of time a wayward perception
Irresponsibly I’m said to speak my false conceptions,
Trying to persuade the naive of rank falsehoods
Decrying the obvious truth for unknown perverse motivations
Science is called my enemy, my views a crude ablation
Of reality, that endangers the entire population.
My beating heart they say is wracked with strange lamentations
My brain, a confused storm of noxious incantations.
The love for truth I feel is only confused self-deception
And my efforts to protect a clear threat to the nation.
This is how I am painted, this is my picture,
But not the me I see inside.
Dare now I ask what lives within the heart of my accusers
Who know me not and see only what they can’t abide?
How is it that you see me so
A wretched soul who disrespects the truth
And all that science says we know
How does such an impure vision in you grow?
This Caliban breathes, cares and feels
The pain of slanderous declamation
This wild-eyed creature cares for children
And dares asks for truth about vaccination.
How is it now that questioning convention
Has become a sin that leaves one beyond redemption?
How has it become abhorrent to doubt
Big Pharma’s benevolent intentions?