Some things just ain’t for sale
Today I am asked my opinion on the council decision to refuse Donald Trump permission to build a large hotel and golf complex on the Menie estate which encompasses a large stretch of coastline of North East Scotland.
I wish to respond by way of a poem.
There are not many places left untouched here now
The sea has become our regional cash cow
As I look out to the structures that pay my mortgage
I can’t complain or join in the environmental scrummage
When others rail against the system of fossil fuel dependence
We Scots rely on oil for more than running our car engines
But the Menie beach saga is a different thing
Sometimes life is more important than a cash register ring
A well kept secret; for legions of sunbathers just too damn cold
Unsuitable for the holiday industry to take hold
The indigenous inhabitants of that beach who cannot speak
Sat silent in nests as Trump tried to wet his beak
So it was up to us to push their cause
And protect this beautiful area from greedy paws
For those who complain that we’ve shot ourselves in the foot
Is a few hundred minimum wages jobs really that much loot?
Surely the conservation of an area with rare wildlife and serenity
Is a true badge of our region’s continued prosperity
If we let it be destroyed for a bunch of greenbacks
You can bet, when it’s all spent, there’ll be no going back
Everyone is entitled to their opinion. You know mine. Regardless, please register which ever one is your own in our local newspaper poll here.
