Gene splicing is a wonderous art. We might crossbreed human kind.

 

The results could very easily go from ridiculous to sublime.

 

If you take the genes of a genius and transplant them to another,

 

Will it better our own species? Or merely make one shudder?

 

Who is the arbiter, who will determine, how this all takes place?

 

The person or group who'll decide what is good for the human race?

 

When the decision is made to use the genes of a concert fiddler

 

And transplant them to a composer. Who'll decide?… an Adolf Hitler?

 

There are two serious issues here directly interposed,

 

To be decided conclusively before the matter's closed.

 

First, the law in its purest sense and in no way demagogic

 

Must decide what's good for us. That will be no easy trick.

 

If genes are slowly altered, our species will ultimately change.

 

If implications aren't considered, the results could turn up strange.

 

For if we change ourselves, we change the measuring device.

 

After the intermixing is done, who knows what we'll have spliced?

 

Issue Two is the safety. After all genes have been processed

 

And a try to improve our species has blundered in that quest.

 

Nothing makes a body more nervous than to be daftly reassured

 

By some bureaucratic official in the matter little schooled.

 

What if genes are spliced? The mind quite truly vaults.

 

Will we get a better fit of jeans or a Levi Strauss waltz?

 

Many accidents could occur with results not quite so subtle,

 

As science plays around with life, with its very key does muddle.
 

Copyright © 2012 by Frank Koerner