Wind Turbines.The Aliens have LandedImposing in there hundreds,Such an army on display,Those alien grey metal monstersI saw while on my way.Aliens on our shores have landed,So tall, backs straight and true,At night they watch through flashing eyesOf red, at me and you.Some have scaled the mountains,Others near schools and homes,Of one thing I am certain,Those aliens have no souls.No “whispering” from their ranks at all,An unearthly sound they make,It envelops each and everyone,No more can humans take.Three giant arms revolving,Enveloping all around,They’re here to ‘save the planet’,The biggest “con” I have found.Such hideous tall grey monsters,Invade green and pleasant lands,To stay for generations,Unless the people make a stand.These aliens feed on power and wind,Without either, they will die,They’re NOT environmental friendly,They’re for profit, (at a cost), that’s WHY.
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Thursday, 4 April 2013
What are these Aliens?
Poetry in motion? I think not.
Posted by The Filthy Engineer at 21:10 5 comments:
Labels: poetry, wind turbines
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