We get all our food from big farms.
We thought it would do us no harm
to trade horse for tractor,
forgetting to factor (in)
END OF OIL! SOUND THE ALARM!
More below the divider doodle.
Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
Join us every Tuesday night for drinks at the Daily Kos community political poetry club
Your own poetry is always welcome in the comments
Bongos, berets & turtle neck sweaters optional
The keypad is mightier than the sword
We can do it with battery power,
but right now is not our finest hour.
Diesel is king,
and that is the thing:
change makes us look blank, or glower.
I'm not so good at limericks.
Sometime around
the year 2050,
the oil will run out,
and America will have
no food on the supermarket shelves.
Ninety percent of Americans will die.
Those two limericks
are meant to flow,
and get the message out to the reader,
in a catchy way,
rather than a dry explanation.
There will be nothing dry
about famine and death.
I hope to go to YouTube,
and make lots of videos,
and maybe the message will spread,
enough to help millions.
That's the poetry:
the disaster will soon strike,
bigjac sees it coming;
he sounds the alarm!
Millions of Americans,
heed the call,
and take action!
They plant the crops,
they get more land,
they forge their alliances;
who will work hard,
to feed the group?
They learn about
Square Foot Gardening,
and,
Diet For a Small Planet.
I think at least five million Americans
will survive the end of oil,
without any help from bigjac.
But what if my help
makes the difference
for another five million?
Someday,
maybe around the year 2100,
when the world is stable again,
a lot fewer people,
but stable;
in those days,
maybe folks will embrace
sustainable farming,
horses and mules,
electric tractors recharged by wind turbines
and solar panels.
And they will look back and say,
that bigjac had the right priorities:
find a family group,
in which every member
is dedicated to feeding the family,
and farm the land
in a way that will work
for one thousand years
into the future.
They didn't do that,
when they struck all that oil,
in west Texas,
in the 1930's
Thanks for reading.
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