Now there’s a word

Too many syllables for its intent

To say it all


Is another word of ill repute

Soft-tongued liars

Coat the bitter pill of truth

With honeyed distraction

Spin it how you will

A lie is a lie

The probability of disaster

More than a risk

The likelihood of disaster


The result of a disaster


But jobs and economic interests trump

What’s right

In the interest of the right

The force of markets half a world away

Hold sway

So pipelines sprawl across the land

Evil cankers

Corridors of destruction

Waiting to erupt

Like a sebaceous cyst

On Mother Earth

In the interest of self interest

Of a few

Trading paradise for theoretical wealth


Of the treasure of natural blessings


Of the measure of the bounty that was given


Of the blessings of the universe

Traded for market forces

Offloading natural resources

The promised land reduced

To a promissory note

And a footnote in a risk register

Waiting for the inevitable



David Trudel   ©  2012

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