Nuclear Power Is

Nuclear power is all the blades of my backyard incinerated instantaneously, and all the blades around their dead choking on radiation; except the blades are people, stories, faces. hundreds of thousands of faces gone; hundreds of thousands of voices (silenced at once) all from the last straw: death without courtroom without lawyer without trial without hope. Nuclear power is massacre of men, women, children, babies. But it gets worse. Because nuclear power is pollution in the air that we breathe, the air that earth breathes as she gives birth to all her blessings. the blessings: flowers—roses, daisies, violets all slit by this mushroom taking root in the sacred garden, with radiation running through the water we drink. Nuclear power is power that no one should have. Nuclear power is half-lives (never empty, never full) so that a particle the size of my fingerprint lasts longer than the Bible, longer than any of our marks… any of our marks… Nuclear power is cancer caused not by God, but by people who hold the trigger for the sickness, for the cure. The cure is ourselves. We need to outlaw any fission, any fusion that would lead us to bombings of Hiroshima, Nagasaki. We need to shut down any and all power plants that would lead us to meltdowns of Chernobyl, Fukushima. We need to reason not for death not for cancer not for death from cancer, but for life for health for lives of health (for peace.) Did you know that the sun burns brighter, lasts longer, has more power in one square inch than a nuclear plant in one square mile? Don’t you believe that if we can fuse atoms split atoms, then we can harness the power of this unlimited resource? Unlimited resource: Unlimited hope. And I hope, my friends, that you look towards the sky, and see not a mushroom trickling fear, but a sunflower bursting with hope.