My child, do not succumb to that dark web

Where minds are tempted and true souls beguiled;

Where bits and bites gnaw promise into dread

And human decency is oft reviled.

The better part of man is debased such

That rancor reigns upon aborning creeds,

Bright lives diminished at a simple touch

To stoke up angst and feed corruptors’ greed.

Power perverts most all who wield its mace

And few of good will yet proud course maintain,

Dominion can distort the noblest grace

And vices’ dungeons soon the best detain.

Though thoughts now travel at the speed of light—

Sage judgement still determines wrong from right.