Man’s intellectual curiosity drives him to advance scientific knowledge. However, we also seem to lack the moral courage (or common sense) necessary to control the potential abuse concurrent with each new discovery.
Pure Scientists, God's Epigone,
Lure Ethicists, who'd bitch and moan;
Geneticists, Disaster prone,
Then fall right in, the Twilight Zone;
Creationists, chant Prayers, intone,
Whene’er we’ve dared, ourselves, to clone!
For DNA’s Life’s Cornerstone,
Synthetic Genomes; Pheromone,
This New Frontier’s Testosterone;
Each Protein, Building Block, Hormone,
Risks Consequences yet unknown;
A World amok, Orwellian blown!
At Organ Banks we’ll get a Loan,
From single Cell to Men full-grown;
Replacement Parts of Flesh and Bone,
Let rich Guys replicate their own;
Some Alter Ego's Chaperone;
With me, myself, we’re ne’er alone!
No Future’s sure, for certain known;
Nor can Man, e’er, his Fate postpone;
If we don’t change, the Game’s been thrown!
How many Gaffes will He condone?
Our Epitaph’s in Rottenstone:
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©Howard B. Eskin 1998