'Why are our lives so pegged
on tests and calibrations....? '
I wondered one day at lab:
'Are we just numbers and specimens
on some giant petrie dish
calibrated & graduated
like some cylindrical tube....? '
Heaven forbid that we be siphoned-in
and spun around in an autoclave.
'Is the tugging and pulling
a centrifugal force that separates
the real me from impurity? '
And when I come out after experimentation -
my school, my government, my society, declares me
useful or useless in this brave new world...
'Should life then be pegged & reliant
on some cold, empirical system? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem