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August 24, 2005

The Choice

What simpler notion
Could there have been
But to go to the ocean
And harness the wind.

As tons of pollution
Fumed from power plant stacks
A clean, renewable solution
Lay in disuse at our backs.

Our children's lungs irritated
With the smog growing thick
Apathy and greed dictated
That our air quality would stick.

So who will take blame
For the poor state of our air?
Who bares the shame
For the callous lack of care?

Despite Cape Wind's intentions
An oil crisis in the news
They fought to keep their mansions
With their unblemished views.

The ways of wealth and ignorance
Most often go hand in hand
They'd rather erect a stockade fence
And draw lines in the sand.

Most people in opposition
Who fought Cape Wind so hard
Agreed with the proposition
Just not in their back yard.

So selfish and self-centered
It could have been you or I
The pleas for clean air entered
Allowed to wither and die.

There is time to make right
Our backward thinking past
We can stand up and fight
For power solutions that last.

Oil production will peak
We have all felt the sting
Our power choices will speak
Of what the future will bring.

So take up the call
And let everyone know
That clean air is for all
And the winds always blow.

What simpler notion
Could there ever be
But to go to the ocean
And produce clean energy.

Posted by capecodcyclist at August 24, 2005 06:17 AM


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