They tied up the farmer, and pushed him aside,
using regulations for rope, and papers.
I thought I might find him,
in the Smithsonian,
where things used to be.
The conglomeration was waiting to eat up his land,
robots and injections to produce fake food.
But he was a fighter, never giving up,
hero with a tractor, and hard work,
he shut down his beef operation,
and came back to life, a resurrection,
and raised β
sunflowers!
seeds for food, and liquid gold,
for cooking,
brilliant!
and the conglomeration went away, hungry.
Note: This poem is fictitious but I believe it is not far from the truth.
Poetry Β© Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree
A sunny farm inhabitants.
Thank you Vik! Keep going strong!
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Beautiful and lovely poem! I love this! π
Thank you for your awesome comments!
I love your writing! Also your Lavender one! Awesome! π
Thanks again MichelleMarie!
Brilliant! Move over, Monsanto.
Thank you! I really appreciate your wonderful comments!
Wonderful poem. States things perfectly.
Thank you! I’m glad many are finding great ways to keep farming!