Solar farms built in northern climes
Skyline monuments — wind turbines
But how to store the wind and sun
Not thought about as policies spun
And so we pay to Grid not feed
If wind and sun they have no need
Renewable energy going to waste
From policies made in unseemly haste.
Green power storage first must be cracked
For move from fossils to be backed
Much conversion figures in this quest
Although no solution has yet proved best.
But a certain irony has come to pass
Green electricity is turned to gas
Or it can be used to power a pump
Moving water uphill for later dump
Or compressing air can be its fate
For driving turbines at later date.
But wait …
Here come the disruptive events
For hydrocarbons now cost fewer cents
Oil’s demise has been much tracked
But now the shale is truly fracked
And the Arabs then lowered the price
So we embrace again our fossil vice.
Now in any space or event
Big Brother can watch you vent
Whether you’re inside, or outdoor
There’s no hiding place any more
Meteor strike or plane crash
All now captured from the dash
And if you cause some offence
Big Brother has the evidence
A fleeting moment of no constraint
But a lifetime to feel the taint
Your unwilling spot as YouTube star
Shows the world you went too far
The virtual mob smelt the blood
A comment trickle became a flood
A social position once enjoyed
Social media forever destroyed
Ninety Eighty Four has passed
Dystopian fiction it was classed
Big Brother defined what was true
Now Big Brother, is me and you. Continue reading →
Masters of Finance
Of derivatives fame
That built the ghost funds
That built the debt bombs
You who owned banks
Who played the money ball
We just want you to know
We now see through it all.
You fiscal thought leaders
Much wealth did you claim
You treat our world like —
Digital bits in a game
You promise a home in our hands
But then you run from our cries
As the debt mountain rises
And the value then dies.
Your ‘quant’ alchemists
Many coded spells did create
For spreading poisoned apples
Among assets of higher rate
You gamblers on short-term profit
With true value lower scored
Inflated explosive bubbles
So debt-driven prices soared.
You Gods of Sub-Prime
Who feign to receive
Markets only grow
You would have us believe
But we now see through your lies
It was all for vain
All we thought we had
Has run down the drain.
You set up the debt levers
So that others would hire
And you sat back and watched
As dreams burned in the fire
You retired to your castle
As each nation’s wealth
Burst forth from the bubble
Built so much in stealth.
In your quest for obscene profits
The risks have unfurled
Now we fear to invest
What we have left in this world
By threatening our people
And causing such pains
We don’t what it is that
Flows through your veins.
But what do we know
To speak so out of turn
You might say we’re bitter
You might say we’ll burn
But one thing we know
Because we’re not one of you
Even Mammon decided
To disown what you do.
So it’s now time for some questions
Was that bonus worthwhile?
Did we share in your windfall?
Or is that not your style?
And what of your Hedge Fund?
Did that meet your need?
Did your selling short gamble?
Get you back on your steed?
And did your claim for expenses
Also treat us like fools?
Did clearing the moat around your castle
Meet with the rules?
Was your status really so special?
As you became embroiled in the mess
Did your pathetic excuses
Play well with the press?
You false Masters of Finance
You false Gods of Sub-Prime
You purveyors of toxic assets
Have now had your time
And when the grim reaper calls
And you’re served with his writ
Explain your part to Beelzebub
May you roast slowly on his spit. Continue reading →
Breath in deep and suck it down
These invisible poisons in which you drown
The sunny road ahead could not be flatter
But you won’t see that particulate matter
From fresh air you can’t tell it apart
But it works its way to your heart
Suck it down as you keep fit
You won’t see anything in your spit
In your system it will weasel
Courtesy of that once green diesel.
Diesel is a nasty fuel
Once considered the height of cool
By gullible politicians wishing to be seen
As not yellow, red, blue … but green
But now we know that at the root
That serious problems lie in the soot
That is bad … but there is a medley
It’s partnered with oxides deadly
So breath in deep and suck it down
These invisible poisons in which you drown.
Of course your car is really great
Its fuel efficiency is up-to-date
And it provides the deep-throated power
That makes lesser mortals cower
But now there is much cause to worry
You may want to sell it in a hurry
Before the rush which will surely start
When people know about their heart
And then your fuel efficient machine
Will now be viewed as source unclean
Meanwhile breath in deep and suck it down
These invisible poisons in which your drown. Continue reading →
Welcome to CyberStanza, a poetry site with a focus on living & learning in a technocentric world. CyberStanza poetry will address both the positive and negative influences, or impacts, of technologies on human behaviour as well as on the environment we live in. Technology encompasses quite a broad canvas of possible topics, e.g. cyber or digital technologies, modes of transport, and our energy sources. If you would like to participate please see the Submissions & Philosophy page.
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