'' As Their Final Breath Is Exhaled '' Poem by Bri Mar

Would you want to know how and when you'll die?
I mean in terms of hereditary disease,
Scientists are currently trying to explain why,
Their propaganda is being used to appease.

It's all for the future good of our health,
Well that's what they'd have you believe,
If truth be told its deceit by stealth,
It's your pockets they're trying to relieve.

Genetically speaking miracle cures will appear,
Purely because of this experimentation,
They continually emphasise we have nothing to fear,
We should all be filled with elation.

They'll test your history, how your parents died,
Then guess when you'll do the same,
Their results and practises will not be denied,
To the winners they'll get fortune and fame.

Insurance companies will be dancing through hoops,
Saying I'm sorry but you can't be insured,
Your grandparents were part of one of those groups,
Who had illnesses, which could not be cured?

Before you know it you'll be out on a limb,
They'll put signs around your head,
Saying for this poor soul well his future is grim,
It won't be long before he is dead.

That's just the start, soon before you are born,
They'll say he won't have a good life,
Abort the baby is what they will warn,
Saying he will suffer nothing but strife.

They are doing it now without proper proof,
It's a fact it's both evil and cruel,
Decisions by those who think they're aloof,
If you believe them you must be a fool.

What comes next will come in a different guise,
They'll start using the ill for reseach,
As mutations develop new strains will arise,
Lif as we know it will fall from it's perch.

In this doomsday scenario we need to take care,
Interference in nature should be banned,
There'll be consequences, of which we are not yet aware,
The outcomes will be totally unplanned.

The disastrous aftermath they'll refuse to face,
Academics never admit they have failed,
They'll deny the demise of the Human Race,

‘' As Their Final Breath Is Exhaled ‘'