**The GM Prison**

 

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Beneath a sky that hums with silent schemes,
We plant our hopes in rows and fragile dreams,
A polytunnel stretched against the haze,
To guard our crops from unseen, drifting sprays.

We flee the streets where London’s engines roar,
To breathe in fields we thought were pure once more,
With soil beneath our nails and hearts set free,
We chase the myth of what the air should be.

They tested blood before we turned away,
And seeds that sprouted in the city grey,
Then far from there, where greener pastures lie,
We thought we’d cleanse beneath a clearer sky.

A year went by with sunsets soft and wide,
With cleaner winds—or so we had implied,
Yet science whispered truths we couldn’t see,
The same faint trace in both reality.

The vegetables we nurtured with such care,
Still carried ghosts that lingered in the air,
Invisible, persistent, finely spun,
A thread connecting all beneath the sun.

The numbers showed no change we could defend,
No pure escape, no sharp dividing end,
Just different views to soothe a restless mind,
While something deeper lingered far behind.

Our peace improved, our spirits felt renewed,
By rolling hills and simpler attitude,
Yet questions grew like roots beneath the ground,
In every silence, doubt began to sound.

If this was then, before we named the game,
Before the whispers gathered into flame,
How long have veils been drifting overhead,
Unseen, unheard, yet quietly widespread?

What falls like dust but leaves no mark to trace,
What writes its code on every living face?
We look above and wonder what’s been done,
And if escape exists for anyone.

Copyright © Peter Moring  2026

 

Unless You grow Your food in a Polytunnel – The Geo-Engineering will STILL make Your Veggies etc ‘Genetically-Modified’ – They did a TV experiment some years ago in the UK with a couple living in London wanting to bring their kids up in cleaner air, eating healthier food etc;  Buying a plot of land down in the west country somewhere and growing their own food etc … They took blood tests and tests on the veg they were growing in their London garden before they left – and again a year or so later .. Nothing had changed .. The air quality was negligible, and the ‘Fresh Veg’ still had the impurities present .. The only things that really changed were the ‘surroundings’ They’d settled into – which improved their well-being … To think this was BEFORE We realised Geo-Engineering was going on – makes you wonder! – Just How looong! – They HAVE Been Poisoning Our Skies?

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#TheWiseGardenerSays:

Almost everyone romanticises over ‘The Countryside’ without realising that ‘Farming’ created what we see NOW! – And as everyone ‘should know’ – is that Farmers are among the Hardest-Working Folk on God’s Green Earth – Humbling! – Is The Keyword Here! …..

 

 

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“STOP!” cried the gardener, weathered and spare,
Romanticising fields won’t make them fair.
You dream of meadows dipped in gold,
But soil is stubborn, harsh, and cold.

You paint the hills in softened light,
Ignore the frost that bites at night.
You sing of lambs and morning dew,
But not the work we must push through.

The hedgerows hide more thorns than grace,
The wind will slap you in the face.
The boots you wear will sink in clay,
And charm won’t wash the grime away.

Humbling! That is the lesson here,
Not all is quaint, not all is dear.
The countryside does not perform,
It shapes you slow through toil and storm.

You’ll blister hands on bramble and rake,
And lose more crops than you will take.
The rain won’t care about your plans,
It soaks the hope from eager hands.

The sunrise glows, yes, that is true,
But rises over labour too.
Each golden beam that warms the land
Still finds a tool in every hand.

So shed the dream that all is peace,
For nature does not grant release.
It asks for patience, grit, and spine,
And takes its due in blood and time.

Yet in that truth, a deeper grace—
An honest, unadorned embrace.
Not polished myth, nor painted scene,
But life that’s raw and fiercely keen.

So stop, step back, and understand,
This is no gentle, idle land.
Respect the ground beneath your feet—
Its beauty’s real because it’s not sweet.

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Copyright © Peter Moring  2026

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