GM Products
(and maybe GM verse)
It must have been night, definitely,
when some mad scientists,
like crude thieves, broke in to God’s garden
and hastily began to make
fruits, vegetables, butter, even meat,
out of chemical substances.
Afterwards, other crooks
filled up all the shops with these
hermaphroditic products.
When all is said and done,
one thing still bothers me:
are we eating this food
or is this food eating us?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem