Looking backwards and forwards to the next few generations

Its the markets I refuse to call them
Super
Super wasteful, possibly that’s true
Outgrading of organics, for example
And conventional insanity a clue
Great fields of vegetables ploughed back
uneaten
by any earthling, due to size and shape
Nature doesn’t teach us uniformity
That wasteful markets specify and rape

The fields of true hard graft is the creation
But its not on their agenda pitifully
They would rather make a farmer cry his heart out
Than accept what he has grown with dignity
And buyers, specifiers their way forever rough
But their dictat is the produce thats supplied
Is as perfect as the day is long any inperfection’s wrong
And farmers have to take that in their stride

The problem also customers were brainwashed too
Unless they’ve grown their own they will disown
The naturalness, the varied and mishapen
and those discoloured of a paler tone
Perfect harmony the fields now tragically
Wasted allowed to rot and turn to stone
The great waste markets full of corporate ineptitude
Soon they also  found themselves alone

For who accepts the Genetic conflagration
That steals across our planet scorching all
All the natural wisdom of the ages
The kindred spirits that were ours to call
The vast array of seeds saved by the ancients
And all of it was balanced and supreme
The lust of the short circuit to pefection
Was and is  harder than it did seem

Consideration for the Laws of nature
Whichever path one followed in one’s quest
To find the inner self and seek abundance
Those inebriated fools clearly distressed
Sunk their selves into the ways of evil
They imagined they had all the answers they
Couldn’t create a blade of grass from nothing
But considered meddling with our DNA

Perfect straight cucumbers, fruit that didn’t rot
Was it more nutritious ? what was it we got
It lasted longer on the shelf cosmetically it looked
Perfect whatever that is and customers were hooked
On the tasteless pale and artificial hybrids
And we watched the super weeds that took control
To grow as stout as Leylandi and to strangle
What god had planted foods that had real soul

And farmers they were mortgaged to Monsanto
For seeds, for Herbicides for everything
Every strain of poison being administered to plants and animals
To try to bring
the balance back that genetics had created
But the genie ran amok now everywhere
Destruction of the top soil was apparent
And electro smog was ours for all to share

People could communicate but sadly
Their brains were eaten up as was their soul
They were mere machines trapped in a body
Under what was world order control
Freedom no such thing eternal serfdom
Love that word was banned decades ago
Terrorists and the Animal Rights fraternity
they lived in the fracking holes below

Those tunnels left behind from all the mining
Cutting through the shale for energy
That terrible destruction that got out of hand
And the degradation of humanity
World populations, plummeted the planet torn
And people many many many died
Thankfully I’m living with the A.L.F who remain a force for they could not be denied