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Electrifying

January 18, 2023


The language we use

To deceive ourselves

That something is

Other than what it is

Starting with electric cars

That do not actually start

They may run, however

There is no starter

They simply turn on

Likewise they are not

“Run” by electricity

(Lots of cords would get tangled)

Which is AC

An alternating current

They “run” by DC

A direct current

Or rather a draining current

From storage batteries

Charged, when connected

To…….electricity

But no one would want

To profess they drive

A battery powered vehicle

That is what kid’s toys and

Golf carts are powered by

(Nevermind, those are one in the same)

Instead of changing the language

To reflect what actually is

Electric vehicles sound

(Though, there isn’t much sound)

Much more magical than say

Battery (scoff) powered ones that have

Corrosive containers filled with

Toxic acid and heavy lead

Which, like petroleum products

Have to be extracted from

The earth in ecological

Devastating mining operations

Same goes for the coal used

To power the power plants

Generating electricity to

Charge the batteries or

Those power plants that

Utilize nuclear explosions

To heat water to turn turbines

Leaving behind radioactive waste

Ignoring its harmful effects, while

“Movin’ me down the highway
Rollin’ me down the highway
Movin’ ahead so life won’t pass me by”

– Jim Croce



“We Work The Black Seam”

“This place has changed for good
Your economic theory said it would
It’s hard for us to understand
We can’t give up our jobs the way we should
Our blood has stained the coal
We tunneled deep inside the nation’s soul
We matter more than pounds and pence
Your economic theory makes no sense

One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can’t control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years
Is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together

The seam lies underground
Three million years of pressure
Packed it down
We walk through ancient forest lands
And light a thousand cities with our hands
Your dark satanic mills
Have made redundant all our mining skills
You can’t exchange a six inch band
For all the poisoned streams in Cumberland

One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can’t control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years
Is carbon fourteen

We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together

And should the children weep
The turning world will sing their souls to sleep
When you have sunk without a trace
The universe will suck me into place

One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can’t control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years
Is carbon fourteen

We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together”

– Sting













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