Our Designer Future
I wrote this poem thinking about how our world would be if science begins designing kids in test tubes.
Then there is the ozone thing. What will humans be like if all is bad becomes true sometime in the far future?
I woke one morning to find Mother Earth, is damn mad now, her rain forest so beautiful and strategically placed are gone because men needed toothpicks and chairs to sit their lives on, looking out my window, my light-sensitive eyes detect a protective plate glass between me and the warmth of the sun, as it is fatally dangerous now with no ozone layer in between, it seems now the fields of corn, wheat and all the good things we love to eat are gone, no green grass, only clay and sandy ground cover remains.
Only unisex babies are born now, incapable of love or emotional thirst, sexual preference and degree of intellect are now a matter of scientific design, those men and women who remained true are considered genetic mutants, and can be found in a new kind of zoo.
Mankind now practices levitation, and uses much more of their brain. There is no need to talk or sing, and can be described as open vacuums of knowledge with Mona Lisa-smiles!!!
Excerpt from Sculpting the Heart’s Poetry while Conversing with the Masters.
Check out this scientific information on ozone.