A town meeting at church about big power poles
Planted like picket fencing perplexing the hood…
And some talk of class action and possible hope…?
Why was I told to come here? …To learn I can’t cope
With utility giants? This does me no good.
I cannot be the victim whom someone controls.
Precise gentrification of historic lands
Through the use of big power distributed wide
Across networks with nodes interlinking tight threads…
Perhaps thousands of kilovolts will fry our heads.
Decreased property values are taken in stride
As the needs of the greedy remain what commands.
‘Twas a power drain hour – a time to sit still
And pay damned close attention to all that was said
From those convinced they’re victims who need to be saved
Through good-luck litigation. We’re better behaved
If we deal with our issues on our own instead.
Where there’s wanting, there’s always the means to fulfill.