An Ode to Scientists
I would like to tell you that today there are Terrible treaterous times and there are those Telling others they can treat the tragedy. But they cannot treat their own. For instance, Chemists create chemicals to capture creativity In carbon compounds. Clearly, they consume clarity. Researchers rewind retold reports of related research In hopes of rediscovering randomness. Biologists bother bacteria and their brothers to bring Upon a ballet of brilliance, yet only bicker while baffling. Philosophers fiddle with fidelity to fiction and cause friction Between forgiveness and fulfillness. I could keep listing the iconoclasts of infinitesimal Insidious ignition, but that would not help you understand The uncomfortable understatement of truth that Scientists see what they want, and they are sagacious In their senses but still surprise with the scarcity of Sentientness. In learning about the world they limit their Love for it, and leave their minds languid