Petroleum 238
Justin Nobel is here,
To set the record straight.
To expose big oil & gas
& the way it continues to harass
Our minds, bodies, & spirits,
Even if you don’t go near it,
It’s in our air, dirt, & streams;
I can hear the screams.
They knew for over 100 years,
Puppeteers & profiteers,
They say it’s not how it appears,
This chemical waste is nonhazardous,
But this is not Lazarus,
We can’t be brought back to life,
With this recurring strife,
Where big oil reigns,
With its capitalistic campaigns,
& colonial gains,
Stealing land
Then abandoning it,
Continuing to expand,
People become banned,
All while those grounds rot,
& become forgot.
Their contamination higher
Than Chernobyl
Yes, this extraction is global.
Chemicals like Radon,
That continue to prey on,
Our lungs, that are lost to cancer,
Searching for an an answer,
Gaslit and Gaslight,
Yet I know I’m right.
Headline:
Fossil fuel production jeopardizes limited water supplies,
And equates for around 40% of all water withdrawals.
Gallons of water equivalent to millions, billions,
Soon to be trillions;
These companies are villainous,
Which is why we need your resilience.
So enough about climate despair,
This book is about how we can prepare,
And be made to be more aware,
Of all the harm that’s being done,
And how it first begun,
Cause with knowledge comes power;
Now is the reckoning hour,
We need you to get louder –
How is big oil & gas affecting you?
And what are going to do?
We can not just wait,
As they continue to
Degrade, trade, persuade,
You should feel betrayed
Of their crude oil crusade
And all the games they played –
Get angry & channel
That rage into change.
It’s time to engage in a new age,
238 – there’s no time to wait,
For the world you want to live in.
For me it looks like a circular system,
Where we are not the victim,
And I can feel good about
The dictum,
You are what you eat.
Big oil can not beat,
The science of agrovoltaics,
Where we grow food under solar,
Let the sun be the controller –
We do not need men in charge,
We need to recharge,
Reinstate, 238, Rematriate.
Mother Earth will reclaim,
That which feels lost.
From gas comes exhaust,
But we are all in this together,
Like the symbolism of a feather,
We will find strength, honor, freedom, trust,
To build a robust plan
On where this poem began…
Petroleum. 238.
And no. It’s not too late.