VACCINATION BEFORE CHRISTMAS
WITH HELP FROM Clement Clarke Moore and
Rima E. Laibow, MD (found at this blog)
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, they all were too soused
With toxic components of deadly vaccines
To control populations these are excellent means.
The Children we nestled all snug in their beds
While vapors of mercury damaged their heads
The doc in his smock and the nurse in her cap
Were newly empowered to inject kids with more crap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter
Away to the journal I flew like a flash
Tore open the wrapper and scanned table of trash
The print on the paper, all glossy and bright
Gave the luster of science to the drug company hype
When what to my wondering eyes should be seen
But a company study on how safe are vaccines
With a famous first author, so very renowned
I was totally convinced because his name I found.
More soothing than opera, more comfort I gained
And he skewed all the data, and called them by name:
“Now, Measles! Now Tetanus! Now Pertussus and Meningitis!
On Mumps! On Human Papilloma! On Rubella, On Hepatitis!
To the top of the charts, to the top of the census
Now vaccinate! vaccinate! Vaccinate all! must be the consensus!”
As dry tears before the autism behavioral spectrum fly,
When a parent’s tears are all shed, no tears left to cry.
When doctors mislead, because they are misled,
And lives are destroyed because neurons are dead
Not from dangers unknown, but from profits protected,
And rights trampled down and freedom neglected.
As I shook off the “pseudo” that enwrapped the junk “science”
I did some clear thinking about the logic’s defiance
The great man’s first authorship was “science for hire”
His reputation was tarnished: the great man was a liar.
A bundle of vaccines he had flung on his back,
He looked like a snake oil salesman just opening his pack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! If every one takes them,
Vaccines are a money machine - if you make them!
Of course, there are problem of autism and death,
Just deny all the science, tell parents their crazy and then hold
your breath;
‘Cause the propaganda machine is working just right,
And the lobbying money gleams bright in the night;
New Jersey, the home of Corporate Merck,
Has a commissioner who’ll sign, while smirking a smirk
Clever elf, the commissioner, knows he’s not staying
After December. Just who will be paying?
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
His kid’s not autistic: He’s got nothing to dread!
He said for the good of all moms who work,
He wants them injected with products by Merck,
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the corporate ladder he rose;
He finished his job, to his team gave a whistle,
And the spent needles flew like a poisonous thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he took year-end flight,
“Vaccinations to All, Autism’s all right!”







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