When food comes to mind,
In an unnourished vein,
A soybean abounds with,
Round up ready stain,

A cow will get hungry,
And ask every morn,
For a diet of grass,
Yet we feed it corn,

But natural it’s not,
This new thing we call feed,
Our new Frankenstein grain,
Is a suicide seed,

If its clothing you crave,
With your ethics forgotten,
Just ask India’s farmers,
All about BT cotton,

So how did we get,
To this place of ill health?
We placed faith in GMO,
And a lobbyist’s wealth.

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