I recently watched the documentary "Gasland." I have never felt so passionately about something in my life. I have completely changed a lot of my plans related to photography in order to make a difference in our country. I see a long road ahead of me that will require a lot of hard work, dedication, and positivity; but things have never been so clear to me. Below is a poem I wrote yesterday, (inspired by William Blake's "Poison Tree") about the 'Natural Gas' movement, and the corruption hidden in the cracks that they themselves create.
"A Poisoned Tree"
Could it be
that before me was but a tree,
where leaves did scatter joyfully
upon branches of what seemed to simply be
was but a lie once told to me?
Beneath the roots
where one can't see,
was death and horrid company;
For years it sat under the tree,
slowly seeping under me
slowly climbing up the tree,
to each and every grinning leaf.
Taking all the life from thee,
all the cheerful company;
Leaves that once did dance with glee
not sit deadly at my feet,
draining all the hope in me
taking what I thought was free.
Now, more clearly do I see,
A poisoned tree in front of me.
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