RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
Burn Baby Burn
Drill baby drill, burn baby burn
The US blames Canada
The climate takes a turn
Smoke comes down from northern skies
The ancient timber burning
Old growth brush like tinder fries
There ain’t no sense in learning
No one wants to hear the facts
The temperature is rising
The train is going off the tracks
There ain’t no compromising
It’s burn baby burn, drill baby drill
We’ve put the wheels in motion
Our time is nearly standing still
With stubborn blind devotion
The money men have got it all
The rest of us don’t matter
We failed to answer every call
Fat cats are getting fatter
Through it all we’re burning more
It’s rotten to the core
It’s burn baby burn
When will we ever learn?
And it’s drill baby drill
We haven’t got the will
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