Winter Snow Poem by Clinton Siegle

Winter is here the natural seeds are starving
indeed the genetically modified 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 un cried
reality is genetically modified seeds are changing the environment of seeds.

Snow comes, and the fight for warmth begins
nicely plowed neatly heated up by money the GMO seeds are maintained
open organic seeds cold without the money from the companies are hoped-for
winter is nearby who will win.