It's on the shoulders of giants,
that we know, what we know.
For without their courage and fortitude,
civilization would never grow.

We would still be savage beasts,
fighting for every bit of gain.
Guarding our territory fiercely,
trusting the gods to ease pain.

We would be fearing many things,
that we do not fear anymore.
Those gods we thought would protect us,
were superstitions, nothing more.

But we loved our land and lore,
did not waste scar or score.
We had to live there forever,
our home and nest, nothing more.

So, let's appreciate those who were right,
and stop following those who are wrong.
The greedy and the exploitive ones,
constantly leading astray their throng.

It's time to re-examine what we've learned.
It's at the touch of the Google science search.
The encyclopedia of the truth we know,
and not the hollow promises that besmirch.

Let's stop all of the conspiracies and hatred
and focus on what is really needed for us all
to be happy and healthy. Our earth depends on
it. And we depend more than we know, on our earth.

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8/19/21

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