West Virginia, Trumpland (after John Denver)
Jobs are dying, West Virginia
All that fracking Oil flows like a river
Jobs have gone there, gone there in the breeze
There ain't no mining mountain the place is full of sleaze.
Donald Trump, save our homes
Put us back, where we belong
West Virginia, our coal mountains
Save our homes, You got our vote.
All our memories, of loving laughter
Miner's lady, we thought for ever after
Dark and dusty, townships full of life
Built above those mineshafts, worth that pitch-black strife.
Donald Trump, save our homes
Put us back, where we belong
West Virginia, our coal mountains
Save our homes, You got our vote.
We know our voice, is set against the tide of history
The Clintons and the Powers have damned us clean away
But you know that you said you had a way to set the clock right back
To Yesterday … Yesterday
Ian Inkster December 2016.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting poem and explanation, Ian. I am so familiar with John Denver's famous song, and you did a good job of imitating it to illustrate your point. Environmental issues have always been close to my heart, and I understand that the crisis you are speaking of is very complex. Thanks for bringing it to our attention in an original way.
Thanks so much Laurie, I had not seen your insightful comment before.
Thanks a lot for this lurie, I is not your comment before!