Mine Uranium!
Beneath the ground flows a vein
A lifeline to salvation some would say
"Mine Uranium!" is the cry
As supporters write letters
Beg lawmakers with the power
To lift a ban set in place to protect
The people, environment, and nature.
Others cry "No!"
They say "No" to drills
Designed to rape the earth
And steal one of her precious resources.
What will be left when the drills are gone?
Empty holes? Barren land?
What happens to earth when she gives up her value?
Will she be wanted?
Or will she be tossed aside to be used no more?
Who will profit from the violation?
Will pockets be lined for good or bad?
What will be the price paid for the promise of salvation?
Questions flow like water
Falling on the ears of deaf and hearing alike
Begging for the right decision
Pleading for justice to be done
Beneath the ground flows a vein
A lifeline to salvation some would say.
Author's note:
My city is involved in a great debate. Should the vein of uranium that flows underneath our land be mined? The debate has divided our area. On one hand, we have promises of jobs, economic development, and a new tax base. On the other hand we find the unknown. Can uranium be mined safely? What effects with the process have on the people and the land. The question has been placed in the hands of lawmakers. I hope they make the right decision. I and many of my neighbors are not in favor of the mine. The above poem sums up my feelings and the feelings of many residents of my area.
