Harry Whitewolf's Blog - Posts Tagged "activism"
FRACK OFF!
In light of yesterday's governmental decision that horizontal fracking can go ahead in Lancashire, in a landmark ruling for the UK shale gas industry (https://socialistworker.co.uk/art/434...), I thought I'd post this poem of mine from New Beat Newbie:
FRACK OFF
Fracking, fracking, fracking.
Fucking, fecking fracking.
Shattering the earth.
Damaging. Crack crack cracking.
Disturbing earth's stability
And its inner soul.
Fucking fecking fracking
It's fracking out of control.
No wonder the world's
In such a state,
With tearful floods
At her every gate,
When we keep fucking it up.
Fracking it up.
Cocking it up.
Cracking up.
Cracking the earth, making her roar,
Fucking, fecking fracking. What for?
For the crude of two words
That won't last anyway.
When we've burned all the oil
And are drowned in dismay,
I hope you fuckers
Remember the day,
When we said no to fracking.
No fucking way.
Fuck off
You frackers
With your
Ugly fracas.
Frack and frack,
Frack and frack,
Down and down,
Crude from a crack.
Fracking and fracking
And fracking. Fuck me,
When will people open
Their eyes up and see
What we're still doing
To our once paradise?
Fucking it up,
'Cos car parks are nice,
Just like the cars
That run on the oil,
So Shell will dig wells,
And BP will boil.
Fracking fuckers.
Frack off the lot.
Fuck fracking. Fuck fracking.
And those calling the shots.
Shattering the earth.
Damaging. Crack crack cracking.
Fracking, fracking, fracking.
Fucking, fecking fracking.
FRACK OFF
Fracking, fracking, fracking.
Fucking, fecking fracking.
Shattering the earth.
Damaging. Crack crack cracking.
Disturbing earth's stability
And its inner soul.
Fucking fecking fracking
It's fracking out of control.
No wonder the world's
In such a state,
With tearful floods
At her every gate,
When we keep fucking it up.
Fracking it up.
Cocking it up.
Cracking up.
Cracking the earth, making her roar,
Fucking, fecking fracking. What for?
For the crude of two words
That won't last anyway.
When we've burned all the oil
And are drowned in dismay,
I hope you fuckers
Remember the day,
When we said no to fracking.
No fucking way.
Fuck off
You frackers
With your
Ugly fracas.
Frack and frack,
Frack and frack,
Down and down,
Crude from a crack.
Fracking and fracking
And fracking. Fuck me,
When will people open
Their eyes up and see
What we're still doing
To our once paradise?
Fucking it up,
'Cos car parks are nice,
Just like the cars
That run on the oil,
So Shell will dig wells,
And BP will boil.
Fracking fuckers.
Frack off the lot.
Fuck fracking. Fuck fracking.
And those calling the shots.
Shattering the earth.
Damaging. Crack crack cracking.
Fracking, fracking, fracking.
Fucking, fecking fracking.
BROKEN ALBION - OUT NOW!
My first book of new poetry since 2017’s Underdogs Unite is now out!
Broken Albion
Harry Whitewolf’s straight-talking ninth poetry book takes a satirical, logical, humorous, and opinionated look at the contemporary UK Brexit-led political and cultural landscape, and imagines a world beyond division, where having compassion for one another is more important than flags.
Check out my performance of the title poem on my website: https://www.harrywhitewolf.com/
And a performance of the poem You Can Count on the Cunts on Soundcloud
Also, I’m pretty chuffed to have seen Broken Albion reach number 5 in Amazon UK’s British and Irish Poetry yesterday, on its first day of availability. And it was Amazon UK’s number 1 Hot New Releases in the same category! Yee-ha!
Paperback and Kindle editions available.
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