GENETICALLY MODIFIED FRUITS
I grew up knowing
That all fruits have
Their seasons
There’s a season for Grapes
There’s a season for Apples
There’s a season for spring Onions
There’s a season for water Melons
There’s a season for having sex
To manufacture homo-sapiens
So how come everything
Around me now
Happens outside her seasons
I learnt science and technology
Has made
Almost everything possible
But where on God’s earth
Are all these genetically
Modified fruits coming from
Copyright © Ohwojevwe Ese Ganiyu | Year Posted 2024
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