The Cut

Woe to those that look too far Into the mysteries of who we are And dictate that our DNA Should tell who goes and who can stay For mapping is complete and finds What special traits come from our minds Some regular with reasoned thoughts And others tied with extra knots That comprehend both black and white With smiles that weaken strongest might Though their genomes contain a twist From God above are purely kissed Their view of life though not complex Viewed through the lens of innocence Is needed in our troubled times Before the grays of darkness binds Though rich their lives should be revealed In utero their fate now sealed By those who think that wholeness means Plain chromosomes and unchanged genes Yes woe to those who snuff them out And must we all in protest shout Against homogeneity That purges those with trisomy