The four horsemen of the apocalypse
‘Have we inadvertently opened up, the first four of the seven seals?
Albo asked concerned then, with an air of anxious appeal,
It’s now 2022 and I have a terrible feel,
The vision of the apocalypse now in my dreams so real!
You know I rode to POTUS to make the lethal deal,
To encase our young sailors, in tubes of polished steel.
To spend months below our oceans, with their youthful zeal,
Astride nuclear technology, the stuff the public feels,
Will lose our votes, close to our docks, towns and sporting fields.
Then the Bowman astride his horse cried, found!
‘We’ll use renewable energy’, it’s my judgment and it’s sound,
Forget the need for coal and hydrogen and oil will make us poor,
Nuclear is too expensive and will certainly cut to the core,
My new electric grids, will solve the energy score!
Then the third horseman rode up, with his scales to do a test,
The Bandit frowned when told renewables, were the very best,
And on checking his scales, he then paused for a rest,
Quoting, famine as the end-result and the cause of much unrest!
Then the master of numerology rode up on her grey mare,
She said the people had been hoodwinked, and it truly was unfair,
That the nuclear discussion, wasn’t given any air,
As too expensive, too long to build and other silly scares.
Decades with pass with renewables, until the treasury is bare!
We will be blamed for the cataclysm,
Or will you really care?
Watto!
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