The world of my lab

~ Preciousjosh

It’s a new day as a special gift,

Friends valuable than gold I see,

Memories of mind too new to be old,

Families of tubes with a glance of hope,

A hope of a discovery to be made,

No identification beyond helpless time,

Still the joy of a bouncing DNA in a PCR machine,

Tiny life itself in the dock of a pipette,

The mighty hands seeking wisdom,

Why all these troubles,

Voiceless winged creatures die a martyr,

But do we care more than dare?

Our true balance is tipped over by the ego of knowledge,

A strive for survival without a revival,

Alas, it is the gain of her pain,

All behind the scene of fame,

It’s no rain too heavy for happiness,

That all life is made unfairly judged,

In the distant land of fear,

Everything is but brief,

All within the world of my lab.

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8 thoughts on “The world of my lab”

  6. It seems its not only power that corrupts; knowledge puffs up and tend to corrupt as well.

    And the knowledge person tend to be invincible.

    RIP to the victims of science and invention.

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