Daybreak on the motorway to Damascus
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A heavenly angel flagged me down
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And asked for a ride into town
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For God's sake, on the motorway to Damascus
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This heavenly angel, wise and pure, proceeded with a guided tour:
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"Behold! A shining city of silver grey and white,
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Of solar-panelled rooftops glinting in the light
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And wind-power generators turning soundlessly through the night"
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Mid-day on the motorway to Damascus
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The heavenly angel flapped its wings
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And told me more exciting things
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Like how one day this motorway to Damascus
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Would disappear without trace, the unsustainable replaced
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"Behold! The new New Forest in four hundred shades of green
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Stretching out before us where it always should have been
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A botanical thesaurus for as far as the eye can see"
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Nightfall on the motorway to Damascus
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The heavenly angel looked at me
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And said "Well, what's it gonna be?
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The long haul, or the shorter way to Damascus?
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Choose with care and you will find that one day there will come a time
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When the silhouetted ruins of the crumbling cooling towers
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Are but ivy-clad reminders of a long-forgotten power"
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Must the monkeys leave Gibraltar's rock and ravens flee the Tower
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Before we look and see ourselves for what we really are?
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Motorway To Damascus
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The Divine Comedy |