GMO Poem in Two Voices

We Grow Corn

I grow corn I grow corn. . .

on thousands of acres.

on a couple of acres.

It goes to feed livestock It goes to feed. . .

that gets fed to people. . . . people.

My herbicide sprays from

automated nozzles. . .

My big-leafed squash

killing the weeds. keeps down the weeds.

On the organic shelves

shoppers look twice at . . .

Government subsidies lower

the prices. the prices.

Pollen floats on the wind.

I watch what I plant,

but what grows in the end

might not be what I intend

It may be just .05% of my crop, but

I grow GMOs. I grow GMOs.

I don’t avoid it. I can’t avoid it.

It’s the way of the future.

Shh, don’t tell my consumers.

Being part of the system

makes life easier for me.

But even if I’m not totally GMO-free

that doesn’t preclude my

sustainability.

Wait, what is that weed?!

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