[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Artificial Ethics

Nature is no longer in controlling us
As has for centuries upon centuries
Our ingenuity in everlasting
Yet we stutter on the verge of sentience

In books, movies and other pieces of fiction
We read about the artificial creations
The breakthroughs and damnations
To do with creating life

Worlds of dreams and living dinosaurs
Worlds of monsters and the dead walking
We see the beautiful possibilities
So why all the balking?

Science has discovered it
Countless ways to alter and create life
Yet when it is discussed, we sigh
But, why, why?

Out ethics tell us it is wrong
To tamper with reality's soft tissue
To create what we are meant to create
Without technology, that is the issue

But technology is capable of magic
And biotech works wonders
Is it worth it, the rupture in ethics?
Or are we simply afraid?

The future could be plainly ethical
Or it could be refreshingly black
So faced with artificial ethics
Think: Are ethics holding you back?