Mutations Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

New introduced mutations.
Infected to infest.
With something else invested.
To inject one's body,
And mind to test.

Mutations.
Victims of vaccinations.
And pharmaceutically induced.
To produce,
More mutations.

Cured with a needle or pill.
Mutations.
Making people sick and ill.
Mutations.
Scientists rush to find,
The right chemicals combined...
To calm down and ease minds.

Mutations.
New introduced mutations.
Created to produce sensations.
Leaving more people upset.
If they're not ones picked tested,
For whatever disease comes next.

We all have become mutations.
Tested.
Mutations.
Tested.

Rushing and lured to get a cure.
Mutations.
Tested.
Mutations.
Tested.

Rushing to be protected.
From the next infections.
Mutations.
Tested
Mutations.
Tested.

Rushing to be those tested.
By more injections.
Without objection.

Mutations.
Born to be tested.
Mutations.
Born to be tested.
Mutations.
Born to be tested.
And not contested.