Emulsify; a poem

We are born from energy,
Bounded by atoms colliding in the cosmos
Exploding into the miracle of life.
Energy isn’t just what powers our homes,
It’s what powers our hearts.
Feel it,
The pulse in your veins,
The surge of adrenaline when you chase a dream,
The warmth of love on a cold night—
It’s all energy,
It’s all power.
But what are we doing with it?
We drain the earth,
Bleed it dry,
Dig deep into its core without bounds,
Extracting black gold that poisons the air,
Filling our lungs with the smoke of a dying world,
Then point fingers.
We’ve lit fires we can’t control,
Burning futures for fleeting comforts.
However, in the name of “progress”,
We’ve severed bonds,
Divided our nation by lines of strife,
While Alberta’s heartaches swell,
As jobs are lost, and hope is quelled.
Communities frayed by careless hands,
Trade futures for shifting sands.
The fervour of protests,
Splatters of paint,
Mask a deeper cry for balance,
While the cry for jobs and livelihood
Echoes through the empty halls of industry.

We can’t mend our world by tearing it apart,
Or by disregarding ancient wisdom’s art.
We must find the middle ground,
Where innovation meets the roots of land,
Where progress isn’t a war but a dance,
In harmony with the rhythms of the earth.
To build a future that’s not just fair,
But respectful, with careful care.
Honouring those whose stories weave
Into the fabric of our land’s reprieve.
Let energy guide us to a balanced path,
Where every voice and every breath
Is valued in the creation of our fate.
From the oil fields to sacred grounds,
We forge ahead, our shared hopes bound.
In unity, not division, we will strive,
To let both heart and earth survive.
And thus we must emulsify,
for our arguments are like
oil and water do not mix;
but for a solution we must converse,
see eye to eye,
and truly, emulsify,
For we, deep within, are all energy.