There are wicked farmers

Who inject fertile soil

With the pesticides of malice and greed

With herbicides of insecurity and jealousy

To provide a manipulated unconventional harvest

Appearing bountiful but lacking nutritional value

Leaving a trail of drought and famine in wake

A toxic barren ground, not fit to be tread upon

Even at the hand of the nurturing agriculturalist

It begins to fail to yield.

It has been diminished.