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+Title: "Megan and the Anopheles gambiæ"
+Status: Hidden
+
+I sing a tale of Science brought to bear upon the issues
+Of our species' (so far!) sad existence as sacks of soggy tissues;
+I hope to do it justice, although I'm no Carl Sagan.
+The hero of our tale? An entomologist named Megan.
+
+The twenty-teens, you see, were fraught
+With justified hysteria;
+Each year a million sentients fought, and lost,
+To something called malaria.
+They did not call it witchcraft,
+Who with each cough and wheeze can see why
+The evil had it carried by _Anopheles gambiæ_.
+
+Now humans are habitual
+About what they cannot stand:
+The pagans had a ritual,
+But Megan had a plan—
+
+Keen to strive, achieve, contrive,
+Retrieve reprieve for thee and thine,
+Relief from grief in brief outlined:
+A sieve to find the gene to drive
+To leave their kind not seen alive,
+Those 'skeeters breeding far and wide,
+A snare of species genocide!
+
+The God of our ancestors lived not up to the hype,
+But might we refocus their zeal
+To praise a goddess of a different type,
+And a type with the power to heal?—
+Wrapping up strings of genomic defeats,
+Wielding clustered, regularly-interspaced
+Short palindromic repeats.