My science.

Science, and its theories that loomed over,
For centuries, creating that humanitarian cover,
And its limbs, which, through constant prayer,
Of itself, did all of us a huge favour.

Science proved its concepts in and out the day,
For a strict doctrine, much more than hearsay,
And it wrapped our breads on our daily tray,
Of erasing out scars of the flesh, so we say.

Science gave the optimal dynamics of eat and sleep,
For everything, it had an explanation so deep,
And with the scientific reign, someone had to honk a beep,
Of rising, and going, above a standardized seep.

Science may have radicalized, eased our lives,
For our skin, and taught effective reproduction to wives,
And disembodied me from the joy of fast raced drives,
Of bringing me inside the lines, as boredom survives.

Science assailed our sleepless nights, as an unhealthy cost,
For depriving us from an alternative life, and it bossed,
And misconceived mess as filth – creativity was lost,
Of standardizing our faiths, whatever they cost.

Science rationalized our natural instinct and desire,
For making future too foreseeable, made nostalgia retire,
And we tormented ourselves, burning in that anxious fire,
Of bringing ourselves back to that unhealthy satire.