Survival of the Fittest

Poor Mr. Darwin If only he could know That genus homo (sapiens) Created modern medicine And that old familiar adage Has virtually died No room for natural selection When a low zygote mortality rate Gives them such great pride They don’t purify our gene pool But pollute it With that ignorant and inhumane Save the ‘baby’ campaign And lest you think ‘eugenics’ So very wrong you’d be The point is not control of life But letting nature be And this includes the right to choose For those who bear the weight To opt to grow the fruit Is our responsibility And if we do not change the course And live sustainably An optimistic omni-view Should clear Charles’ frowning face They said on ‘Wild Wild World of Animals’ “Evolutionary errors are quickly erased”