A BLAST FROM THE PAST By Del 'Abe' Jones

They are going to drill for more oil Up in our arctic wilderness So oil companies can get richer With Politicians in the same business. Let's not develop new resources Of clean, alternate energies Let's just let them keep us controlled Until we're brought down to our knees. Everytime there's something new That can take the place fossil fuel It seems it quickly disappears Bought and buried, that's the rule. About the "shortage of oil" And of, "supply and demand" "Quotas for pumping and refining" It's the consumer, "Be damned!" When I was just a youngster I was a roughneck in the "fields" And "wells" I worked on and "brought in" Are still "capped", with their full yields. I'm speaking of reserves from the fifties Which haven't pumped a single drop And this hoarding of that "treasure" Will some day, come to a stop. If we don't take the oil industry To task, and make them know we see We must have some safe alternatives To turn the "wheels" for you and me. We will get bled, more ways than one If the Feds don't make some changes Just look back at most the Great Nations And see how their History rearranges.

Copyright ©  Del "Abe" Jones 17-03-2005

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