DOCE or sweet river

At this moment in time
In America the Dakota access Pipe line
Crawls
This great black snake we hear
Will take fracked crude oil
And appals
So many as it soon will
Run under The Missouri where
If anything untoward should happen
The pollutant they will share

With all the indigenous people
For water is for life
And pollutants in that water
Brings everyone such strife
The indigenous now are battling
With pipe lines security
Who are taizing them and firing rubber bullets
Now daily

And almost every country
Has suffered as this one
Rivers wholly damaged
This is what they have done
And on the Piranga and Carmo rivers
In, South East Brazil
A mine and dam collapsed we hear
And the story that they spun

Was it will soon be sorted
The same old corporate crap
And into the DOCE river
Right in someones lap
20,000 swimming pools
Of mud was seen to fly
Packed with iron and aluminium
And arsenic and it did ply

Down the river DOCE or sweet river
Like before
Which had been packed with lots of river fish
Which everyone knew for sure
SAMORCO mIning Company
Around FUNDAO DAM
Knew several people had been lost
When The iron ore mud did slam
Really almost everywhere
In Such a deadly wave
Unleashing every kind of fear
The base results were grave

Livelihoods were ruined
The fisherman did lose
Everythjng they were set to gain
Nobody would choose
Such an ugly memory
And drinking water too
Was wiped away in seconds
Thats is what they do
These mining corporations
Frackers
Pipe lines too
Lobbying like no ones business
When they want to do
Anything, their promises
Like confetti in the rain
And governments give into them
And really they are insane

All sociopaths who live in mansions
Many miles away
They dont worry if it all goes wrong
Everything is okay
From them, whereas local people
Who live off the land
They are fucking ruined
Now can you understand?

Why the trubes are converging
To protect a water source
With lying scheming bastards
Who get their way by force
We have seen it at the standing rock
Beaten up and taized
Rubber bullets
Beaten black and blue
No never phased

And the local police contingent
They are at it too
Bother boys who like a punch up
That is what they do
Baton rounds
And bean bag rounds
And live rounds too, for they
Are up to beating local people
Thats how they earn their pay

And this mud slide has ruined
The environment for good
And does the CEO care
Of course he bloody should
But is he really suffering
So does he really care
Sure they get a poxy fine
Small change for them
Aware
Of course they are but its shareholders
And profits they care about
Local peoples water
The rules most of them flout

Here in BRazil we feel for those
Indigenous who pay
Who cry because they have lost it all
It happened in a day
The day the mud came washing through
And despite the so called aid
The deed is done under the sun
And futures surely fade

Then the wild life suffers
Right out there to sea
The hump back whales the leatherbacks
So much agony
But not for the mining corporation
Fat cigars and more
And lots of fat shareholders
Knocking on their door

fifty million tons of toxic sludge
Imagine that
And if it reaches the beaches
That will just be that
And before the mine or fracking pad
Or pipe line was installed
The promises the extra work
We all could not afford
To turn down all their offers
To set us up for life
We would be fucking millionaires
Strife we would have no strife
Air there would be no problem
Water not at all
And then of course it happens
And we then know whose the fool
We are for believing
We should have stood our ground
We should have dug deep and been there
As protectors now we are drowned
In toxic sludge
Or fracking crude
Or radioatcive shit
And where is the bloody CEO
That man of truest grit

No where to be seen ofcourse
And the government who said yes
They are in the Bahamas somewhere
And we are in a mess

This is a wake up poem to all of us
Chiefly about the Brazilian problem
But it relates to us all
Or will do soon when MRS May starts rhe fracking stuff
Going and this bloody pipe line in North Dakota carries ln
And the ecuadorian oil exploration in the jungles
And all thenother places

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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