In Memory of an Indian Farmer

Poison has seeped into the plowed earth,
corrupting the soil with elements rare.
Farmers spray chemicals across open fields,
as nozzles are pinched to an audible hiss.
They said this defoliant would increase production
of valuable crops for all to enjoy.
But the drought-beaten field is starved of its riches,
unable to yield the most meager of grain.
Famine, blight, and sickness abound,
Livestock are limping with their heads toward the pit.
And pesticides now hiss in their throats,
ravaging their bodies, rattling the grave.


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