The Speech Monsanto’s CEO Wants to Make

A Poem by M. Lapin.

The scar faced boy and the scar faced man,
Skin dripping rash and disorder,
Walk through the Monsanto field
And can’t help but taste the acid in the haze,
The fizz of fresh chemical and treated crop.

One day there will be an easier route,
But that day is not today nor will it be tomorrow

Sorry. This is what we do, this is how we injure,
This is how we create a better world
For everyone else—just not you two
Walking the path through the field
To school, to marketplace, to jobs.

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