Why can’t they see?
Blinded by glory hunters
Locked in this make believe
They call reality- Disturbing to see
Helped along by hands unclean
Demigods of the scalpel and suture
Disinfected and gleaming of silver
Parents worship at the science temple
Kneeling at the altar of centrifugal adjustment
Fuelled by dubiously blind intention
Life- no longer a gamble gone by the wayside
Natural selection - an antiquated notion of the past
Fate no longer plays any factor
Cast the dice - Once they stop - Then place your bets
Why should they get to choose?
Over the laws of nature, a billion years in the making
I have foreseen the resurrection and destruction
An Aryan race - Sea of multiplicity – Devoid of feeling
Forget disease – Death will truly be fleeting
Make the new, mould them to perfectly fit
Chop them up stealing their organs
Just replacement parts for the broken
Like a well oiled spare parts outlet
How conceited is the will of man?
No second thought for if they should or shouldn’t
Just if we can do it – Why don’t we
After all they are a gift not merchandise
For your biological chop-shop factory
So hold on to your unnamed children
That lay waiting oblivious in your womb
Of the destiny you have chosen for them
For there are no guarantees
That there will ever be any others
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