Down at the County Seat they have believed
big is better, in growth before maintenance
to attain full-employment and prosperity,
hoping for crumbs from corporate plates—
our wide-eyed chiefs hypnotized
by shiny beads and synthetic blankets.
The colonial model has arrived
for one last, lasting extraction from the land
leaving it useless, ripped naked—its precious,
fresh water exposed for fifty years
of the same reasoning and excuses
for following the wrong dream.
Few people learn from their own mistakes,
and fewer yet from the mistakes of others—
but not admitting them is just plain ignorance.