by Martin T Ingham
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
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In this strange day and age that mankind has made,
I find it hard to stay sane.
These things the children do in this future world,
they would simply boggle your mind,
for a century from now, I'll tell you how it is.
When I was twenty one, I had a son,
raising him was supposed to be fun,
but the modern age of technology
couldn't leave him be.
They filled his head with fantasies,
of things that shouldn't be.
Indoctrinated him to be a slave of the bureaucracy.
But one day when he was seventeen,
he came and said to me,
"Why won't you let me see
I said, "Come here son,
and I'll tell you why
you can't go around with that girl.
Don't you know she was made
with Patented D.N.A.?"
My son said, "Sure, dad,
I know she was made that way.
That's why she's such human perfection.
So why is it wrong
to take her to a show,
or someday give her my ring?"
I said, "It's not that simple, son,
she's not right.
She's not free like us at all.
She's a product of bending genes,
a biological machine
of the highest order,
but she is owned, heart and soul,
by a wallstreet company.
At birth she was sold to her high bidding parents,
but it was only a lease,
the investors hold all the patents,
and the well intentioned scientists
are paid too well to fight."
"To marry her, you'll have to pay a price
to a high rise business firm,
and even then you'll just be renting her.
Then if you want children, you'll have to buy the rights
to her patented D.N.A."
"And then you'll never be free.
The firm will make you pay your children's fee,
and they'll own them indefinitely, same with your genes.
And when your children are grown up, the businessmen will sup
from the sale of their hands in marriage,
just as they did with your wife."
"So now you see, son,
I just want you to be free.
I don't want you selling your soul
to the world's bureaucracy.
Some things, you have to let them be."
Well it took some time before he could speak,
and when he did he sounded quite meek.
He said he understood why it was
he couldn't go around with the
In a world where so few of us are free,
we can't allow the slavers to win over
one single soul entirely.
Now you see what I put up with,
in this future that mankind has made.
I curse the forefathers of slavery,
of scientific pursuits, coopted by greed.
Some day they'll have to reckon with me.
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