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Lets frack the rocks
lets plunder the earth,
extract the profit
for all its worth.
Pollute the water
so people may die
but profit is enough
as a reason why.
When the company
directors meet
we show the board a
healthy balance sheet.
Future generations
can go to hell
so long as me and my
company operate well.
We’ve not a mandate
to make a loss,
profit is good,
profit is boss.
Investors appreciate
the company worth
and away to hell
with Old Mother Earth.
When global warming
comes to a head
me and my buddies
will all be long dead.
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