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.
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