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
Copyright © Mark Elam | Year Posted 2018
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