Oh, The Great Internal War,
We feel prejudice—
Adam’s atom apple swore
The genome detects
Mankind a minority,
The fruit which infects.
A family of misfits,
We feel prejudice
Living as counterfeits.
Great Internal War,
Part Darwin, part Creation—
“An end, Mr. Gore,
Is near, is near,” says Adam,
“Pavlov’s bell rang true.”
The Eve of Cold War, Madam.
Arduous Aldous
Dictated a dictator
For our Brave New World,
And now its population
Feels an injustice,
Foretold fear in fruition.
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