HYMN OF THE SCIENTIFIC FARMERS (from "Appreciating Poetry" Sadler/Hayllar/Powell) We squirt the fields and scatter Our phosphates on the land: 'Organic waste' and 'humus' We do not understand. We slaughter trees in thousands To sell for what they're worth; No stems to hold the water, No roots to bind the earth. Our farms will turn to deserts Where not a crop can grow, But long before that happens We'll take our gains and go. We'll strip the lanes of hedges; No wildflower must survive, Nor bird find place to nest in- Let only insects thrive! We spray to kill diseases, And once a cure is made Some other pest is started: But that is good for Trade. We rob the flour of virtue We have a rifled sack; And then with new synthetics We almost put it back. We pump our fowls with hormones As fast as fast can be; Consumers die of cancer But we're not there to see. Our God is an Equation, And Profit is our goal: 'Exploit the parts like fury- Forget about the whole'. CLIVE SANSOM =========================================================================== /`\ /`\ RABBIT INFORMATION SERVICE: _ _ (/\ \-/ /\) P.O.Box 30, Riverton, Western Australia 6148 (.\_/.) )6 6( http://www.wantree.com.au/~rabbit/rabbit.htm \6 6/ >{= Y =}< VEGETARIAN PAGE =\ /= /'-^-'\ http://www.geocities/RainForest/4620 /O\ / (_) (_) / \ ( | . | U U ) | |} Pity the human race its illusion of permanence (| |)/ \_/^\_/ w'-'w ===========================================================================
