Impact
In the land of old
Runs a liquid of pure gold
Land where the oil flows
In the ground below
Black and thick in it's flow
Waiting for the rigs to blow
Drilling throughout the land
Out on the prairie sand
As they pump the barrels full
And more of earth's resources they pull
They are only to happy to find
Black oil of any grade or kind
As the price shoots sky high
it will bring many officials to lie
About the impact on the land
Because only the almighty dollar will stand.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2008
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