The Double Helix Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

The double helix, yes.
Talking genomes here,
genetic fiddling,
all are four letter words,
and will, inevitably rule
the roost of roosts.
But Watson mumbles
about Eugenics, really,
would it be time
to resurrect the one
and only, called Brigade,
in my own Fatherland?
Lest we shall see
the feeble minded
step up to plates
of recognition
and, in the end
they will not see
a chance to spare
those with a brain.
So is it them or us,
like Muslims and the
Infidels, and is it now?
I see you push the thoughts
and all its chaff away
in indignation,
and horror at the mention.
Yet what will be
the future of disease,
cystic fibrosis,
or Mongolism,
will they, the victims
ask for swift
genetic intervention?
Will we then give
the right to choose
a termination,
will mothers turn
into blunt executioners?

I will no longer speculate
within myself,
instead my Nostradamus
is waiting by
the fireplace.