What corporate lies we must believe
when thirst for oil makes us achieve…
The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 word. This week it is:
Complex pipelines crisscross this country
As people –
the classes and masses,
Insist that they must have their gases.
The mess –
and the loss of the moss,
By corporate tracks of attacks in our forest,
With pale files citing answers of manifest
Destiny lying at the core and the edge,
It’s still –
only a wedge from a dredge.