Imagine the intoxicating chance
to choose the genome for an embryo.
Inherited afflictions would at last
become eradicated. From below,
evolving dust of hair and skin, appears
superiority personified.
No need to glance at one whose lesser ears
are deaf, or at the man with clouded eyes.
Yet who would gauge potential from alleles?
A strand of double helix won’t foretell
ambition, perseverance, passion, zeal--
these traits are absent from the basic cell.
Our good intentions marred, we must admit:
“There is no gene for the human spirit.”
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