Author: Will Holland
Caption: The first poem I wrote is a limerick about nuclear energy. I chose this form, which is usually reserved for light-hearted subjects, to illustrate the irony inherent in the anti-nuclear movement. The fact that “environmentalists” have teamed up with fossil fuel companies to kill the best source of renewable energy that we have is, at a basic level, sort of funny.
The second poem is meant to speak for the many young people who feel disillusioned by what comes across as the powerful’s ignorance of the climate crisis. As disheartening as it may be, we continue working and hoping that we can make progress on this most important of issues.
Tags: Climate Change and Oceans
There once was a power named nuclear
Of it all the people lived in fear
They shouted and screamed
Not seeing it seemed
That it was their best chance to live, dear!
O, for a world of thinking men,
I truthfully would give my last!
Knowing now, and knowing then,
Deliverance rarely comes to pass.
O, for a world of awakened women
I would dutifully bow,
Thanking God and those He’s in
For saving sacrifice, somehow.
Yet as we are, slumbering alive,
Hard it is to forsake doubt.
Yet, I refuse to halt my drive
And expend my ephemeral shout.