A poetic plea to keep cell towers out of town

I hope that I shall never see

A cell phone tower masked as a tree

One that’s planted in concrete

Made of metal measuring 70 feet

There’s no way: you cannot fool me

That’s a cell tower not a tree

But our planning commission wanders lost

Corporations profit at the public’s cost

And we’re prohibited from mentioning EMFs

Because the FCC blocks out all due process

As Verizon lobbies with its corporate wealth

They sacrifice up the public’s health

For EMFs are really real

From their effects we do not heal

And our view of the mountains? It will go away

As soon as Verizon gets its way

Verizon says it’ll speed our data

That a tower’s looks don’t really matta

A quick vote of no was what we was wishin’

But no such luck from this commission

Our planning commission they agree

That a cell phone tower can be a tree

So their conclusion seems forgone

Because Verizon now has them conned

Their lone spat is what kind of tree

Should our cell phone tower really be?

Poems are made by fools like me

But believe me Verizon: that’s not a tree

Whit Deschner

Baker City