Who decided soils need chemicals
To alter nature’s ways
Who made the mix to kill the weeds?
That in our soils now stays
What do we do with all the crops?
Having drunk the lethal brew
What warnings do the farmers give?
When selling crops to you
Why do we never question things?
It’s not that we’re unwise
Why do we only look at price?
Packed neatly all one size
Where do we go when we are ill?
Our immunity falls low
Where will the doctors look for cures?
For the poison that we grow
When will we learn to read the signs?
Before we need to panic
When can we hope to find the shops?
That only sell organic
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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Yes indeed, this makes one think hard about what we eat and drink these days. I was brought up in the country where we grew all our own produce and everything was wholesome and pure. Nowadays one is eating food that isn't really food at all. Just a load of chemicals made to look like real food. YUCK! ! ! ! Great piece about the poison factor that is in everything. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX