Elemental Breakdown

My fire might flicker

Though wild it roars

When oil is thicker

Than water-thin wars

In my rivers of blood

Which boil and fill

With anger they flood

From the barrels you spill

Your acid rain shower

Then raises frustration

As I solar power

A new generation

Which melts all the ice

In my cool-head aloof

For no snow-blinded guise

Can bury the truth

Down further they dig

And then drill ever deeper

While we buy the rig

That they keep selling cheaper

But money is cold

And it's making me sick

And it freezes my soul

Like each cabinet pick

Their whipper winds crack

With white lightning force

But I thunder write back

With tornado discourse

For my tropical breeze

Has felt too many die

And my last temperate trees

Have heard Mother Earth cry

Her judgment will soon

Blow the guilty away

In a righteous typhoon

That I've long kept at bay