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- We're told that the seabirds don't mind it at all
- That their home is destroyed,
- Their swim slowed to a crawl,
- As they try and they try to float on the sludge
- That covers their wings
- Like a toxic hot-fudge.
- As surely as Ann Coulter is a man,
- Simon is rude,
- And Meg Ryan can't tan,
- Oily soaked Egrets take to the sand,
- In throes of surprise
- They sink when they land.
- A crane in my view struts on a shore once so perfect,
- Her wings now black glue,
- Slim legs stick to long neck.
- I saw a Brown Pelican laughing it off,
- Pouch clammy with food,
- Did I hear him cough?
- Seagulls circle gracefully so high above,
- They dive into the Gulf,
- It fits like a glove!
- Osprey, sandpipers, ducks, a few storks,
- They bob in the oil,
- Looking somewhat like corks.
- Coral reefs, manatees, crayfish and shrimp,
- Dolphins, the mermaids,
- And "Bennie the Pimp",
- They feel the black gold as it rolls off their backs,
- Down their shocked open mouths
- Into tiny air sacs.
- These birds don't know they were scheduled to die,
- When two-faced deciders
- Signed off on the fly.
- So BP's execs just flip us the bird,
- Who can no longer fly,
- And whose cries go unheard.
- White men in dark suits look on with a frown
- Not because of destruction--
- Their profits are down!
- They'll lie and they'll spin, no matter the cost
- To try and recapture
- All the income they've lost.
- While Ma Nature suffers, those suits do okay,
- They don't care for the Gulf,
- They live so far away,
- In big corporate houses powered by crude
- That fatally stains
- Beaks and feathers, how rude!
- Stockbrokers arm-in-arm, buying and yelling,
- Trading presents and futures
- (It's your future they're selling).
- To ensure BP's "proper" place in the order,
- Rich men circle the wagons
- (Some run for the border).
- The Congress or President, which one called the seer?
- "Barack’s numbers are down,
- And the mid-term draws near."
- Biden's confusing prophecy won’t plug the spill
- That sends Texas-tea death
- Into the Gulf still.
- Students, housewives, old broken-down hippies
- (Some haven't been laid
- Since the mid-nineteen-sixties),
- Ask for world healing, bring drummers and shamans,
- To a nonviolent stand:
- The United Nations.
- "End Earth's destruction!" our request to the leaders,
- "Restore lands and waters!"
- With the help of the feeders.
- So here, a rhymed call for humanity's quorom:
- Now gather all your friends
- At the world's modern Forum!
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