Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Poetry Thursday 198 - Be afraid, be very afraid!

Some seriously heavy stuff this week. We have had the deaths of Rickman, Bowie, Wogan and Finlay; the defeat of Trump in the first vote for Republican candidate; genetic engineering of embryos; and, Cameron claiming great success in negotiating with EU ministers. Where do you begin?
I began with a political effort.

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Governments Be Afraid

None as blind as those who won’t see!
The possibility of a Trump worries me.
A redneck convinced of his invulnerability
can only dictate to those on bended knee.

To a man of such inhumane foolishness
who would limit the freedom of our humanness,
and strive to imprint upon consciousness
that all peoples are of uniform oneness.

Long live the uniqueness of humanity,
it is good to encourage diversity,
the freedom to explore our differences,
and try change regardless of consequences.

God preserve us from the political class,
who would have us kiss their collective ass,
and know our place and pay our dues,
for those in power to benefit and use

We are the people and have our rights,
less fortunates who need respite from their plights.
How dare the rich and well-healed classes,
pressure to control the labouring masses.

A fairer and supportive system,
would benefit more people and maybe lift them,
to full potential given the opportunity,
of realising the benefits of their ability.

Government should exist to serve common man
not as a self-perpetuating political clan,
and should be afraid of the populations’ will,
then revel in the individuals’ personal skill.
© David L Atkinson February 2016


The possibility of designer babies came a step closer this week when scientists in the UK were given permission to begin experiments on embryos. I shudder to think of the long term consequences of that decision.


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Cut and Paste Humans

Rheumatoid arthritis in the family?
Cut, paste and make it better.
Cystic fibrosis the inherited enemy?
Cut, paste and make it better.
Colour blindness in the lad?
Cut, paste and make it better.
Downs syndrome make the parents sad?
Cut, paste and make it better.

Ginger hair the inherited curse?
Cut, paste and make it better.
Long, blond curls make matters worse?
Cut, paste and make it better.
Sticky out ears, like taxi doors,
Cut, paste and make it better.
A Roman nose one of the flaws,
Cut, paste and make it better.

Not as tall as you’d like to be?
Cut, paste and make it better.
Not as small as you’d like to be?
Cut, paste and make it better.
Not exactly as sharp as a knife?
Cut, paste and make it better.
No guarantee of a longer life?
Cut, paste and make it better.

Where is God in all of this?
Is he snoozing in ignorant bliss?
Or is deity biding its sacred time,
to execute retribution sublime?
© David L Atkinson February 2016


I have genuine concerns that man playing God is a dangerous road to take.

God Bless