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