They told me that I needed coal to survive,
I told them all "No", I need air and water to stay alive.
I need clean water and air to both drink and breathe,
Coal from my body it does not seethe.
Coal is removed from the earth as though it is a cancer,
It is then used to bring pleasure to others, is the suppliers answer.
One day soon though the earth's belly will lay barren,
As a disease coal will be gone, now who will be carin'.
Then all of the souls that have died from coal will then arrive,
"Because of coal! " they will scream, is why that they did not survive.
We will always have the rain and also the wind,
Without coal? Our lives will continue on and not tragically end.
Randy L. McClave
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