Long before we wandered
over the face of this earth
protesting nuclear weapons
from the old plant to the new
We also wondered how we got here
When it all seemed innocent enough
When ordinarily good people
Surreptitiously slipped in the idea
That we are creating jobs,
The magical words that
Mesmerize the human brain
That every job is a good job
Even if it is not $15 per hour
Not thinking much about morality
Or whether we are placed here
To be constructive or destructive
Or whether a job helps the earth
Or hurts the earth like so many jobs
That use up valuable resources
Because jobs are hard to come by
Stuck in feeding our family
And stuck on basic survival
Little time for higher values
But that is what we need most
To discern a good job from a bad job
To recognize that a bad job
Should not flirt around
with radioactive release
and instruments of destruction
so wherein lies our hope
when life is unfair
when bad jobs are promoted
as ordinary good people
ignore a faith consciousness
that we are lucky
to survive a nuclear accident
that some can switch
from bad to good jobs
that we can resist a
substandard value system
that we can still be sad
to commemorate the loss
of those who go before us
that we can be here
to support one another
and be a community of peace
Good Job!(On occasion of Memorial Day 2017 when we questioned the rationale of jobs as we did a die-in and commemorated those who died from contaminants at the old nuclear weapons plant) 5/28/17
