The double helix, yes. <br />Talking genomes here, <br />genetic fiddling, <br />all are four letter words, <br />and will, inevitably rule <br />the roost of roosts. <br />But Watson mumbles <br />about Eugenics, really, <br />would it be time <br />to resurrect the one <br />and only, called Brigade, <br />in my own Fatherland? <br />Lest we shall see <br />the feeble minded <br />step up to plates <br />of recognition <br />and, in the end <br />they will not see <br />a chance to spare <br />those with a brain. <br />So is it them or us, <br />like Muslims and the <br />Infidels, and is it now? <br />I see you push the thoughts <br />and all its chaff away <br />in indignation, <br />and horror at the mention. <br />Yet what will be <br />the future of disease, <br />cystic fibrosis, <br />or Mongolism, <br />will they, the victims <br />ask for swift <br />genetic intervention? <br />Will we then give <br />the right to choose <br />a termination, <br />will mothers turn <br />into blunt executioners? <br /> <br />I will no longer speculate <br />within myself, <br />instead my Nostradamus <br />is waiting by <br />the fireplace.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-double-helix/
