Anyone seeking to wander through their life blessed by total ignorance of the politics may found themeselves pushed into a very tight corner these days. It seems that the media all-around the world feed and breed on the details of American election campaign. Yet the worse is that it's getting so tiring with the formerly fresh and inspiring race for the most powerful political position already on the brink of turning into a rather dirty, gutter-based, amateur wrestling.
I know no one asks for my opinion, but I still feel bad about John McCain's choice of a would-be vice-president. I've nothing against McCain himself - he is probably the best option his party has had lately - it's the hockey mum that makes me worried. And it's not that I care (or know either) that much about the politics. But when I hear how eager she is to surrender what's left of the unspoilt-by-man Alaska to the oil companies, I just feel too sad... Looks like the Last Frontier will be gettind cease-and-desist letter awfully soon. I sincerely hope I am wrong about it.
I wrote a short piece about the way we treat the land we live from, the one thing in the world that deserves the best and usually gets the worst. It isn't much of a poem but I've tried to put it the way I feel about it.
I know no one asks for my opinion, but I still feel bad about John McCain's choice of a would-be vice-president. I've nothing against McCain himself - he is probably the best option his party has had lately - it's the hockey mum that makes me worried. And it's not that I care (or know either) that much about the politics. But when I hear how eager she is to surrender what's left of the unspoilt-by-man Alaska to the oil companies, I just feel too sad... Looks like the Last Frontier will be gettind cease-and-desist letter awfully soon. I sincerely hope I am wrong about it.
I wrote a short piece about the way we treat the land we live from, the one thing in the world that deserves the best and usually gets the worst. It isn't much of a poem but I've tried to put it the way I feel about it.
Nature, All Rights Reserved
(For Mrs. Palin - but not the only one reserved for)
Nature succumbed to the pillars,
Man-built, firmly concrete -
Where reindeers would roam
Rubber soles now stampede.
Wilderness was outsourced,
Ignored her lamentations,
Sorted, labeled, loaded
And hauled to reservations.
Just like in the old days
One can hunt or seek the trail
And if you stay real quiet
You'll see how mankind failed.
For so long we build roads
And dig up the ground,
So long, until nothing
Is left to push around.
