Singularity
Now there’s a word
Too many syllables for its intent
To say it all
Mendacious
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
Assured
The result of a disaster
Devastation
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
Shadows
Of the treasure of natural blessings
Shadows
Of the measure of the bounty that was given
Shadows
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
