To the Editor:
I have no voice – I have no choice – I have no say – I have to do whatever my masters say.
I am to be a future pipeline so I’m told – for the transport of oil, that liquid gold.
Unlike Fed X or U.P.S if my seams burst or a tanker sinks – no doubt will leave a giant mess or slick – making God’s forests and all his creatures far beyond being sick.
I don’t drive the highways on land or fly airplanes in the sky but super tankers carry my cargo from tar-oil sands to foreign lands far across the sea with no thought or worry about mother nature – you and me.
Like a snake built of man-made steel, I will wind and slither through pristine wilderness and sail in waters clear.
If I get the crook as they say “down under” this Enbridge caper could be their biggest blunder .
From the high and low of mountain peaks – through the pristine wilderness trails – over and under babbling creeks – rivers and winding streams I will creep.
I have no shame built in my metal skin as the name of man’s game is likely my only sin.
Why, oh why is the greed for the almighty buck – greater to those who don’t give a you-know-what.
I have no conscience like my builder so please don’t blame me or Mr. Clean who can clean your house and everything that’s in it but a potential leaky such as I – will only make Him and the whole world cry.
Tom Isherwood, Olalla