O Hush Baby Tory After Sir Walter Scott - Lullaby To An Infant Chief - 0313 Initial Version - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
O hush, baby Tory, ecology’s 'in”,
and industry’s excess shall sanction as sin,
all enterprise, private or public, must see
advantages saving the seal and the sea.
Green power could capture the red, white, and blue,
lean hours for poor Thatcher and all of her crew,
the Future must settle the Past’s spendthrift spree,
what kilowatts wasted, what lost energy!
Beware, though pollution once sped profits’ rise,
acid rains and dioxide now blanket the skies,
while French leave’s been taken by birds and by bees,
with AIDS round the corner, Love’s no longer free!
With Tchernobyl cooking though four years have fled,
who knows w[h]at reaction can come to a head,
the hole in the ozone may soon prove to be
a threat to humanity, Maggie and me!
(25 April 1990)
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