Shadow of Science

Mad in his lab, cackling

I hear him tapping on potion

Bubbles popping and liquids steaming

I stare at him and his motions

Fluid yet confident and daring

It draws even the skeptics

And those that question

His work and madness!

His presence is like an infection, that holds on ever so tightly and can never seem to

Be relieved, remedied, or cured because in the end it does not really exist as a virus

It is nothing more than just a mad man trying to do his work when the rest of society

Is ready to point fingers and hide because they are scared of the unknown

He is the reason why we have so many useful appliances today, accidents

Are the reasons why we get radical inventions but even more

The research of mad men! They are the reason we are in this

Society today, living to be the age we are now and becoming

People different from our relatives and our family men and

Our kin. We are so much more violent than our ancestors

And much more brutal. Look as our children now play more

Games about rape, violence, and robbery as the government

Hire researchers to make more weapons for the sake of

More money! More money our mad friend here can do more

Research! Is that not a win-win situation! Soon we will

Have robots roaming our streets out to save us and protect

Us like the Marvel Comic’s Iron Man. Is that what we want?
A more technological and advance race? Is that what we

As human beings want? To be better, more superior….

He coughs some blood, radiation typically has that sort of side effect.
He reaches
For a vile
I am
Here
Can
You
See
Me
Watching your every breath Mr. Scientist...