Eat it, Don't eat it

A plant is food but food should not come from a plant.

In the village square, beneath the sun’s blaze
Women gathered, their skills to amaze
Scent of Jollof rice, in the air it did dance
A savory aroma, a culinary romance
Under the baobab, stories were told
Meals shared together, hearts made bold
In calabashes and pots, secrets untold
Heirloom recipes, stories of old
In fields of green where nature thrives
Two choices for our plates arrive
One, Pure, with life's embrace
The other, Altered, in a different space
In nature's rhythm, Pure proudly grow
No shortcuts taken, no hidden woe
No sprays of poison, no altered genes
Life stirs in the soil, in endless streams.
With sun and rain, they proudly stand
Offering health from the farmer's hand
From soil to plate, a journey so pure
In every bite, health’s taste assured.
In laboratories and factories' might
Altered are born in the night
In aisles of aisles, they neatly stand
Foods, shaped by human hand
Processed, packaged, convenience on display
With ingredients whose names lead us astray
Choose your path, with care and thought
For the food you eat, the change you've sought
In search of health and a sustainable goal
Let's understand the food that feeds our soul
Eat it when it's a plant
Don't eat it when it's coming from a plant
Let’s weigh our choices, with hearts and minds
For in each decision, our future we find