Slaker of thirst.
Clear, fresh spring.
Without you, we are nothing.
On tap. A right for all humanity.
Not a packaged commodity
Bottled and marketed,
Stock to be floated,
Harbinger of doom.
We can ill-afford our chemical
Romance. We cannot stomach toxic
Petrochemical soup, polluting aquifers.
Heating our homes, but heating the planet.
We must get control over our addiction,
Take our power from the sun, not
Wage wars over pipelines.
We need to take
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