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It is an age of scientific progress,
A double edge weapon in human hands;
If well harnessed, man’s wants it can redress,
And meet the new century’s new demands.
Improve, it can the quality of life;
But if misused, brings extreme misery;
It can most men deliver from most strife,
And help to uncover God’s mystery.
Science makes less things that it can well destroy;
Man well ignores the existence of God;
In many hands, Science is a tool and toy,
And gives glory to man, tho’ made from clod.
Man’s intellect mustn’t make him forget God;
The Maker is the Universe’s Lord.
29-9-2000 by Dr John Celes
Dedicated to Dr.Prof. P.R.Prasad M.D., (Biochem)
IRT PMC, Perundurai
Dr John Celes
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