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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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