Winter Gmos Poem by Clinton Siegle

Winter Gmos



Winter is here the natural seeds are starving

indeed, the genetically changed seeds are over taking the organic seeds

needle seeds starving the crops to death

time is not on the organic seeds of nature this winter

eternity will remember their sob gone unheard uncried

reality is that genetically changed seeds are changing the environment of seeds.

Snow comes, and the fight for warmth begins.

neatly heated by money, they maintain the GMO seeds

open organic seeds cold without the money from the companies are hoped-for

winter is nearby who will win.

Winter Gmos
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