Pigs Will Fly, the science man says
all we need do is tweak a few genes
turn those ribs into wings
and swap the scratchings for feathers.
The science man claims he knows
how to change nature, bend it to his whim.
There is no danger, he assures us and
who would dare doubt him, so self assured,
so confident, so calm, so often in error
but never in doubt. Don't shout about the failures
of science, the disasters, the false positives,
unintended consequences. We should not
heed our instincts, they're unrealistic, unscientific.
We must lower our defences, suspend disbelief
and swallow the statistics we are being spoonfed.
Imagine a world where nobody dies.
The science man can. He can synthesize
life in a test tube, inject human stem cells
into an animal and grow a human heart,
or any other spare part your body may need.
It's about control when there is such a
monstrous ego to feed. To show how
superior he is and how pathetic we are,
science will conquer death, keep patching us up
like some clapped out old car.
Need a kidney, a liver or maybe a lung?
A shot of crushed goats' balls to keep you young?
Science will modify a pig to produce it for you.
Science will conquer death,
but this scientific heaven could soon become hell.
Will eternal life truly set us free
or will the price be that we sacrifice our humanity.
Is there a therapy to counter loss of compassion?
If there is no death how will we learn to love life,
if there is no age how will we still enjoy youth?
Is it just about numbers or is the goal eternity
Will we like a zombie race, unable to die
roam forever in seach of our collective soul.
If the science man wants to assert his will,
he might try to inject an pig with the stem cell
from an albatross, then claim success
in achieving the impossible when we no longer say
"Pigs might fly," but instead run for cover
whenever a genetically modified porker
spreads its wings and goes flying over.