Fracking - Poem by Alexandra Motschmann
The process of trilling down in the ground
Oil and money deeply confound
And nowhere a turn around.
Using a huge amount of precious liquidness
What kind of insane business
And fiscal-energized success.
We are intelligent creature in this universe
We have got eyes and observe
To greedy others most diverse.
Renewable energy should be taking priority
Like the sun or wind a bulk commodity
These will be our economic entity.
We see a turn around
A new process
The human nurse
With a far-sighed purse
A long-term facility
Becoming a reality
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