Said men stand all as equals—morally,
As right should be before the eyes of God;
Yet truth when weighed pure philosophically
Still begs of proof where science strikes at odds.
Each human trait inscribed in sternest genes,
The acid text that governs who we are;
Where every strand of our encoded being
Determines reach … and oft to which star.
We are unequal, sage geneticists claim,
Each one unique—a mortal unicorn—
Mere pawns in evolutionary games,
Perpetually striving for that perfect form.
Since no script says what yet the world might be;
—All human hope lies in diversity.
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