Mining.
I saw the miner digging,
For coal within the mine,
It's dangerous work below,
The
surface of the mind.
We fuel the fires,
That give us heat,
Forget the mines.
The coal and peat.
The forests that once grew,
Have died and sunk beneath,
The swampy treeland stew,
It's
old but still has teeth.
The fuel that it provides,
Has dangers deep within,
It poisons countrysides,
And
sends us in a spin.
The dragons of the legends,
Helped eat the stormy brew,
They devoured what had no ends,
Now
we must start anew.