Poem: The Genetic King.
Writer on Hubpages and Harvard School of Public Health Alumni
A poem about the genetic king.
I. Behold, a Dion
A top of the mountain of desire
Adonis hold speed!
A statute molded of me.
Of course, bodily attire
Our faithful desire
of human course.
Let faith guide us
I am glee
An embodiment of human development,
a physical specimen.
A Dion!
Behold, a Dion!
II.
Thinking of biology,
I think of the Cell you see.
Not just a cell cycle will due
A bounded, infinite world inside a cell
A living complexity of molecular study
Not organismic you see
It is called biology
A molecular dream of seemingly endless pathways
All taken seamlessly
In biology we trust and believe
However, the gene still reigns supreme
We call it the Genetic King!
Or as the Lord of the Microbes might call it fondly
A plasmid’s transfer
A deciding factor in all that we see,
Call it the Genetic King, please
A cell division splendid
A mutation that renders something different
Something different than the Genetic King
This my poem when thinking of Biology
III. The Genetic King
The Gene fears the quality feelings of trepidation
as it descends from another
only to pass not only itself
The Gene can transcend any other feelings
As the ruler, from a steel riven point
Not enough about him, just a man
Confounded in his ways
Simply a calling he provided for other people
No condition, however, genes rule
The eminence of an alternate kind
A divine right of yours and mine
If you don't mind, take me to your lord!
Your leader! Who will it be?
All must witness
but Genes reign supreme
It ought to be the the Lord of the Microbes
More plentiful and diligent than mankind
They rule or reign supreme
What's more, this will consistently be a universe of
To the extent the eye can see
Take me to your ruler, the microorganisms, kindly
IV. Lord of the Microbes.
No condition, but the genes govern
the radiant right of yours and mine
a boundless, boundless world within a cell
but the gene still reigns supreme
we call it the Genetic King! We call it the Genetic King!
if you don't mind, take me to your lord! it's your pioneer! Who will it be?
it ought to be the Lord of the microbes
more bountiful and more vigilant than mankind
they're ruling! Regardless of whether they be caring
likewise, this is reliably going to be a world of microbes
insofar as the eye can see and long after me
kindly, take me to your ruler, the microorganisms
© 2021 Michael Mannen
