This seed is the world in my hand.
Sweet satisfaction. Full belly and overflowing
heart, strung like guitar strings whispering
lullabies and love songs on an endless loop.
This is dirt, twig, sunshine,
flower and bloom of hope.
The steady beating heart of humans
and the hum of hands holding across our whole history.
We have fed our children peas to make them strong,
their small spoons spilling emeralds
Monsanto, you cannot put a patent on life
because you do not own it.
Somewhere deep down inside of this seed,
roots are waiting to sprout ropes
as thick as galaxies which will
choke out pesticides and bottom lines.
Give the people what was always theirs to begin with -
sweet corn, rich tomatoes, kale the color of happiness,
early morning quiet, the ability to perform the magic
of bringing something from nothing
with a little water and love.
I am watching the soybean vines
bash their faces against the sun repeatedly
while following the shadow of the plane on the ground
delivering death to the third world.
You have perverted the very thing that should
nurture, comfort, and heal. Twisted our food chain
into shackles and sharpened knives.
Debtors prison for those who, in good faith,
gave you every precious cent they could scrape up
into their dirty and scratched palms,
lying awake at night in the heat
dreaming of vines and leaves,
stem and stamen.
You murder the people, the land, each other
just to hear the plink of your coffers filling
each day then rationalize it with clinical tests,
petri dishes, and poison.
lab coats and toxic test tubes,
No matter how many three pieces suits
you dress it in, this is still the same barbaric thievery it’s always been.
You steal the only things we have worth anything at all -
health, a place on this planet
in which to put our feet up for a moment,
to hold in weary arms those that we love
to tip a glass of clean water to smiling lips
as we drink to the future, to watch our children grow.
Your lab coats and toxic test tubes have nothing to do with feeding the world
and everything to do with big business.
We already have enough food on the planet to feed each other
if we could just sit down together
without legislature, trade sanctions. and stock indexes
but you keep knocking the plates off the table.
See this seed. We will fight for it.