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Hundreds of Santa Feans just say no to Monsanto

Luis Peña
My family and I loaded into the family van on Saturday for a trip. Instead of heading out on a picnic or camping in the woods, we headed to Santa Fe to participate in the March On Monsanto. The event was coordinated globally through social media in over 400 cities. As farmers and seed savers, we are well aware of the dangers posed by genetic modification.

To my surprise, there were over 400 people at the demonstration on the Santa Fe Railyard. This coincided with the Saturday Farmer's Market, which created a perfect audience among the Market's mostly green and liberal crowd. After a few speeches by local activists, the group marched to the state capital—waving signs, banners and carrying puppets that warned of the dangers of genetic modification. The protest culminated in live music and rants of various types. It wasn’t your typical family outing, but it was a great day for being alive nonetheless. Siempre en la lucha.

Editor’s note: Scroll on for more photos and a poem by Beata Tsosie-Peña.

Luis Peña

Message to Monsanto

I am my own nation, with self-determination, a voice, and my own boundaries

You cannot encroach your mad science here

There will be no splicing, dicing, forceful injections to sterilize THIS free will

Your campaign of violence will never silence,

The power and song of sovereign landscapes

Your campaign to dominate

Remaining pockets of land-based beauty will fail

Your twisted esteem has yet to see

The power of ecology, boomeranged back at you with all the breath and balance

Of pure, reciprocal pollinators

Its funny the audacity, that monoculture mentality

For it’s in our inherent biodiversity

That the hungry will be fed

It’s the garden of truth in our hearts

That will keep our encoded memories

From being bled, carried out in sterile labs

Where viruses are shot with intentional precision

Enacting double helix holocausts on seeds we are supposed to protect

Your poisoning of generations is a toxic war crime

Carried over from your shameful days

Of bombarding veterans and civilians with an an agent called orange

Whose children with disabilities have yet to see

Justice or healthcare in their daily sunrise

Your poisoning of future generations will go no further

For while capitalism feeds you

And sneaky Protection Acts shield your diabolical crew,

Well protect this Monsanto, I am boycotting you

Watch as consumers change this tide

And the world community will no longer abide

No one will care when your abominations are set ablaze

And this place will rejoice

As Indigenous seed weathers its last era of tyranny

Our desert beauty genetics are as strong as our memory

And only we know how to tend and mend,

This land where our spirit is rooted, deeper than you know

We must keep growing our own food, saving heirloom seeds

Keep demanding these basic rights

And at the very least,

change for mandatory gmo labeling is now in sight

Nature has our back, is creating round up resistant seed

Being classified by your people as a super weed

Immune to your poison, is a plant called amaranth

That has fed us through centuries of colonization

What a relief and realization

That we are indeed a living civilization

Adapting and growing amidst such violent supremacy

You can rage into oblivion, drowning in your own greed

Unless you accept your deep need

To be retaught lessons of balance with technology, that does not have to bleed

It is time for this first crop of a movement to flourish

For collective action to harvest truth on hallowed ground

Sweet fruit we inherited

Through natural law that cannot be patented

Spirit beings of all that is alive

Help us get through these times

And we’ll return to our sacred promise

Our rightful place, as stewards of creativity and land-based grace

We remember now, when it is time to become warriors

When our seed is threatened and you have hurt our mother

We’ll stand our ground,

Carry solid intention as we walk in mass

For this is our nation

With self-determination, a voice, and boundaries,

Where only those with souls

In the end shall pass.

—Beata Tsosie-Peña, 2013

Luis Peña

Luis Peña