I’m sure they think it is magic,
How GMOs survive and thrive,
That life without them would be tragic,
But are they here to keep us alive?
If they can own the genes
A plant spits out into the sky,
Polluting once pristine scenes
To grab the best ‘trash’ that money can’t buy…
When their genes meld with
Our corruptible DNA,
Will their patent pursue things of myth
And cruelly demand that we pay?
“Your GMO DNA is ‘Level A-OK’.
You may pay the minimum fine.
Though our patent perversely bent your DNA,
You must pay to ‘squat’ in genes like mine.”