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The gods of oil have reigned downed their wrath,
For which we have not begun to see the aftermath.
For thousands of miles balls of tar will wash upon a virgin beach.
It will be felt around the world, every place that water will reach.
And every land and all men will feel the devastation.
In a disaster that has an unknown rate of acceleration.
Take this warning to heed,
In this epidemic, our children will pay for our greed.
And their children will toil under the sun,
For the things we have and have not done.
It seems foolish to me that we can put a man on the moon.
But can not keep crude out of a Louisiana lagoon.
And we will be mocked for our ignorance by our sons and daughters,
For blindly poising our own waters.
BP’s offshore drilling,
They never worried, they were making a killing.
I want to know where was the plan of action,
Will we all suffer the burden of their infractions.
So, we all wait while BP try.
And every minute , every hour, more peoples livelihood die.
And were losing ground, hand over fist.
Peoples lives are at stake, because the waters can’t be fished.
You only thought the unemployment rate was high before.
Now what of all the people who made their living on the gulf shore.
What do we tell them about their live retrieval.
Tell them to stand in a line marked,
Unemployed by environmental upheaval