Clean Up the Spills of Ills
The gulf oil spill… drilled from the depth of ills
A battle between money and men, power and perils
A quest to depopulate the world by the New World Order
A sect storming every sphere of our seas with oil disorder
The continuous extraction of oil and fossil fuel
Has turned our plain paradise to a haughty hell
What greed has done, heaven needs to measure
For with tears and torment they trade our treasure
Oil spill puts creatures of colors on slippery slope
Where thorns and thistles thrives… we can’t cope
With the woes and wants that tilts our treasured terrains
In the wake of Katrina, Rita and Wilma: hot hurricanes
Fishing and farming, shipping and shrimping…slipping,
While the cruel cabals are camping, cutting and clapping
Destroying the heirs and health of our environment
To get wares and wealth, without care and contentment
Are we at the mercy of these elites… illuminati
Who foil the trials and toils of our laden literati?
But for blocking decisive data and discoveries
We might now be using free energy devices
We crave a complete clean up of the Gulf oil spill
The galactic gear may take us to that healthy hill,
Our faith and future lies in a patriotic energy policy
Let rid this wailing world of this curse and conspiracy
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