Oil barons don’t raise their children in your town
They don’t plan vegetables in your garden
Don’t drink from your wells
Where will you go when your land, your drinking water, the air you breathe
Is no longer fit for life?
Drill the shale dry
The earth is robbed
The species done
Drill
Pure water gone
No clean up when the profit’s gone
Where will you go when your home is no longer fit for life?