Fire-Water.
Rip my heart out why don't ya?
Throw more caution to the wind.
Don't tell my children tall tales,
Of how much you earned
To sell their futures in toil,
Just so you could spend the spoil,
Taking power from our soil.
Drill into the sacred heart,
You don't care it's obvious
Where you start, or who you'll slay,
Just so you can waste more,
Taste more, and deface more.
Take your Cuadrilla-ian dollars,
Shove them in a safer place,
Don't come here no more,
Or try to save your bastards face.
Pure evil is in your waters,
That you'll inject into our
Sons and daughters, and innocent life
Teeming here upon our earth.
Carnage on a global scale,
Just so you can FRACK our shale.
Bring out gas in foetid pipes,
And flood the natural world
With a stinking chemical spoil,
No doubt to soak away into our soil.
Not checked or even regulated,
'Cos this is often what you hated.
Giving bribes to poor blinded fools,
Lying about how awfully noisy
Are the constant trucking routes,
And leakages from outdated tools.
Why don't you focus less
On greed, and give us all
A chance to feed, grow seed, indeed?
Waste not want not is a message,
So why don't you stop and listen,
Free us of this death you rave,
Or untimely, shall be our grave....
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