#fracking
A protest song inspired by sjr1000
Frig & Frack dance a dance
To see who is astute
They run an oil rag up a pole
To see who will salute
Nobody seems to see it
They just watch TV
Corporate's just overjoyed!
They can dance for FREE!
They just quash the media
Build gas-guzzling trucks
People purchase in their millions
So Frig & Frack make BUCKS!
Nobody seems to wonder
Why water tastes so funny
Why their kids have cancer
Why... Big Oil's makin' MONEY!
Yeah... nobody seems to care a fig
Most people aren't that hyper
Now Corporate can laugh and jig...
...*and we all Pay the Piper!*
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2017
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
Even Smokey the bear influence
couldn't save us from this forest fire.
Oil and fire will soon be mingled
with human anxiety and distress.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
Well, what a week, full of revelation
Enough to stir this talk of revolution
Makes your hackles turn on end
Then send you round the bend
The southern gentry have found oil
Right beneath their derriere boil
Now most of us on this golden isle
Need not worry about this pile
Those who wear weekend country tweed,
Built their fortunes from housing greed
Have already decided
That it will be one sided
They’ll say it’s theirs, by rights
And if we argue, will read our last rites
The South will declare independence
In certainty of their full ascendance
Over the outer reaches of this nation
They pounded into servitude, by taxation
And if we have the nerve to debate, I’ll be bound
They’ll leave it horded in the ground,
Then blame the anti frackin’ hound
Now I may need a political re - education
In a 1984 establishment for rehabilitation
But I can see it coming a five-nation island
Southland, Wales, Scotland, N. Ireland,
And the Detritus
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Fire on the mountain,
flickers of devil in the sky
I once found peace here
until they came by.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
I was given, at my first birthday party,
a gift sublime, a lovely, lush garden
I played among its fonts and flowers,
traded baseball cards with Atlas and Athena,
rolled in high grass with iridescent dragons
Then one fine day through leaflets high,
I spied a fat juicy fig, haloed by Summer sun
The tree was poison, I knew, its sweet fruit
most likely bad as well, but in my arrogance
I climbed the trunk, got tangled in its branches
I lost control, lost something never truly held,
and fell, through viney snarls and vicious thorns
Fell farther than I ever rose, to putrid death,
moldered slime beneath the canopy
of verdant paradise on gentle hillside above
I crawled about in mud and earthen warrens
Slowly, year by year, learned to walk again
But arrogant I remained—had not my
lesson learned, and so I doubled-down,
made mockery of this chance for redemption
All the sweet virgins did I **** and teach
our children sin, in crystalline waters
I did shat on mulched fields, amber and green,
with cigarette butts and baggies blowing
listless on Autumn winds
When Winter finally came, as winters must,
to **** off weakened souls, and make
the garden ready for new attendants,
I did not learn, I did not take the blame...
It's Him, I cried, I have not power to do this!
But then my youngest daughter sobbed
She watched, sadly, out clouded, grimy windows
and, looking up at my limpid, sullen eyes
crawled into my arms one last, lonely time
to face what I could not...
Behold, the Silent Spring
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
Walking along the river, side by side
She asked, “Have you forgotten how to sing?”
To which
She heard no reply
Our planet isn't dying
It's being killed
And I will remain unfulfilled
Until I pick up the pieces and help
Rebuild
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC