Petcoke America’s vomit sold to India and elsewhere

The legitimacy of tar sands crude
And filthy dirty fuel
The bottom of the barrel
The dregs that become the jewel
In the crowns of the energy corporates
Who see an opening there
To export to Indian factories
And cause immense despair

In and around New Delhi
High sulphur coke is burned
The smog is full of particulates
And Vanadium dust I have learned
Its crippling the people
Its cheap and burns hotter than coal
So factories can profit
When there is no control

Vast shipments go to india
Its what life is about
The corporate world of profit
Thats masterfully will flout
Air quality in far off lands
With no care in the world
Apparently lose little sleep
For the shit that they have hurled

Out Into the atmosphere
For breathing in, folk find
It plays havoc with their hearts and lungs
And clearly blows their mind
But since it is a waste product
It represents some bunce
Profit yes but no prophets
They Are really kuxxs

Knowingly subject the public
Into damaging air
Just because its bloody cheap
And few there are aware
They know they have breathing problems
And the fog gets worse and worse
But if they knew it was tar sand waste
It would feel like a self made curse

It is wicked behaviour
A corporate malady
Anything to raise the bar for profits annually
India so many temples and gurus everywhere
And still they buy into this filth
Thats blown out everywhere

No remorse from America
Conscienceless are they
They wont recant their actions
Increasing it everyday
Children coughing their heart up
inhalers everyone
No apologies forthcoming
No When the day is done

Its unrelenting obstinacy
They are tricksters in a way
If you know it affects the air we breathe
We should try to do away
With selling shit for profit
For its wicked to be sure
And as for the shareholders
All they want is more

The likes of oxbow energy
And koch carbon to name but two