A Poem by  Shibek  

Monsanto is the Pope’s kneecap
Tickling the rib of shit monkeys
To erase corpse markers
Where smiles are lethal
 
Nicer than flaming meteors in bed
Monsanto chases the drowning toes
Thankful for trauma injuries
To hunt the human cells
 
Monsanto the genetic collage
Profit swagger of a bloat
Tumbling injection infection
World’s merry-go-round
 
Monsanto the neem patent craver
Refusing to withdraw chemistries
Strangling the untapped genomes
 
Green wrappers on cannons
Make not an ecology
In this double helix hypocrites