Now, Jack and Jill provided stuff for scores and scores of kids.
Mrs Jones cooked ingredients in pots and pans with lids.
Mrs Jones, their mother, oversaw the plan,
Used profits for their holidays, made sure they had a tan.
She quite forgot reinvestment to keep business afloat
So sold the lot for little and let others in to gloat
At all the deals they offered kids, though none as good as hers,
But, what the heck, they had some choice or they could wrap up warm in furs.
Kids grew ill from poorer deals and begged for energy,
Mrs Jones just sighed and said, ‘It’s nought to do with me.’
Now parents who were watching this formed a cunning plan.
‘Let’s make our own and share it out, profit everyone.’
Mains suppliers grew quite cross and threatened retribution,
We’ll pull the plug, through others, prior to your distribution.
Some parents feared the threats they made and shunned alternate ways,
Gave license to the bully boys, regret would cloud their days
As pollutants poured in atmosphere from every kind of harm,
Couldn’t see the benefits of water or wind farms.
Instead they let a mighty few, fraught with greed and power,
Reclaim the day, the night, the world, the minutes and the hours.
It came to pass that wars were had to protect the source supply,
Kids sent out, on pretexts, to maintain, reclaim or die.
Some there were who saw the ill of world in domination
To power supplies and oil cartels and bankers, multination.
That such a plan so simple, though requiring thought and vision,
Should wrest their power political, their purpose, point and mission
Drove the owners crazy, lost to right and reason,
‘Lose revenue, supremacy, to whims of nature’s seasons!’
Scuttled to the bunkers and scarpered for the hills,
Parents, kids and governments sighed and swallowed pill.
Tholing status quo as if blinkered by deceit,
Change a liability, back falling at their feet.
Unless, of course, a chance should come to harness once again
The energy from better source, Mother Nature and Just Men,
To seize the wind and fly once more, to aid and water all,
Humility in simplicity, no pride before our fall.
Reduced imprint in ownership of Gaia and all nations,
Positive power in every way, no less than heaven’s creation.
I couldn’t figure out how to write this post. No poetry came to mind at first and I don’t know enough about the intricacies of certain subjects to speak on them without getting into a fankle.
So I figured I’d go for what I’d do with my class or my kids when I’m trying to explain a point where the concept is better served by analogy. I started a little story about Jack and Jill Jones, personifications of the two power companies that once existed in the UK under national ownership until, in its wisdom, the government headed up by one Mrs T (can’t really bear to say her name) decided to sell them off for a song to private ownership. This has happened with all major utilities once owned by the people, now serving shareholders first and ultimately corporate finance whose heavy hand wields the stick capable of influencing decision making in the corridors of power, rightfully belonging to the citizens of a country.
A few months ago I was an undecided voter in the referendum due to take place one week from today. I was waiting to hear something that would convince me. I knew what it was but no one had spoken about it that I was aware of. Then I saw and heard this. That was it for me. Someone else was speaking my vision for me.
This morning I saw and heard this. I thought about it all day and couldn’t shift the belief that with investment, foresight and autonomy to do what is right, the people of Scotland have within their grasp the potential not only to decide their own future but to influence the world in a more positive way. That is what this is about. Positive power.
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