From Earth's Bowels
From Earth's bowels win coal and oil,
Foul fossil fuel from toil and spoil.
Primordial stone and devil's blood.
Crack coalface cobs and pump the crude.
Burn anthracite and distillate,
Vent foul fumes to dissipate.
Our carbon fuels creating hell.
When will we cease this evil spell?
Our poison potions pour and spill.
Flora and fauna for the kill.
Our alchemy is reaching high
As foul venom now in the sky.
Primeval carbon haunts the air,
Spreading pollution everywhere.
Foul fossil trouble on the boil,
From those black cobs and that dark oil.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2021
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