To frack, or not to frack, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the eyes of the world to suffer
The stings and barbs of outrageous corporations
Or to take up pen against a flood of money
And by opposing silence them.  To speak, to write
Not heeded; and by a word we say stop
The drilling and the thousand unnatural shocks
That earth is heir to: ‘tis a consummation
Decidedly to be needed. To speak, to write;
To march, perhaps be silent—yes, there’s the challenge
For in that sleep of conscience, what death may come?