Pressured From Depths Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Pressured From Depths



Not one.
But more than four thousand...
Are drilling deep.
For greed and profit.
And to keep green in pockets.

But a greasy mess seeps.
Pressured from depths,
No one can reach.
Although fresh technologies...
Could have made things cheap.

But creeps...
Have dollar signs in their minds!

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