Great Technology - Pity About The People Who Use It - Poem by Anthony Weir
Let's clone Jesus from the DNA
secreted in the Turin Shroud.
Clone the Prophet from his beard.
Clone the Buddha from his tooth at Kandy.
Clonings like that won't be allowed:
THEY'd rather clone policemen,
civil servants, yesmen,
top executives and revered
athletes. No Kafka. No Khayyám. No Gandhi.
And certainly no Chief Red Cloud.
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