Sonnet 14 Genes Explosion Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

An explosion of genes will bring our doom
If we do not expand our consciousness
Because even if we think there is room
We are not aware of our selfishness.

To wait for the desease to kill the mass
Is the only solution many know
And they encourage further the morass
With cruel arrogance toward those below.

It is the humble one, the believer
Who through self restraint is losing the war
His fate is here the permissive siever
Through which crisis pours to such wider door.

And solutions some have been tendering
Are slyly called evil and slandering.
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