Wet coal doesn’t burn
The fire doesn’t burn
There is no steam
To drive the turbines.
The lights go off;
Everything switches off.
It’s not a dream-
It’s a nightmare.
The sun shines
But it’s not harnessed.
The wind blows
But it’s not harnessed.
The big river flows
But it’s not harnessed.
I write. I read. I write poetry.
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Great poem.