An Epitaph to Modern Living
In Mexico’s Gulf the oil slicks grow
Borne on wind and tides so slow
The sea birds, still bravely singing, fly
Trying to escape the remorseless flow.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow
But now we lie broken, with oil soaked plumage
The innocent victims of failed safety; just so.
Will the humans that caused this ever learn
Of the folly that comes from a ruined environment
But corporate business has big bucks to earn
In Mexico’s Gulf.
With thanks to John McCrae and Michael
In Mexico’s Gulf the oil slicks grow
Borne on wind and tides so slow
The sea birds, still bravely singing, fly
Trying to escape the remorseless flow.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow
But now we lie broken, with oil soaked plumage
The innocent victims of failed safety; just so.
Will the humans that caused this ever learn
Of the folly that comes from a ruined environment
But corporate business has big bucks to earn
In Mexico’s Gulf.
With thanks to John McCrae and Michael
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