Pregnant Ocean
Brent oil and water,
some gases that ran the world and water,
the ocean hid it all inside,
and danced and tossed oblivious
of its pregnancy,
man waited and waited,
for centuries,
sometimes like fools and at others like scientists,
he finally got a clue to the precious child,
impatient and greedy man dug it in,
now he has dug deeper than the morass he is under,
it is not long before he would complete the plunder,
the poor ocean would be aborted,
and will need centuries to get pregnant again,
is it any wonder!
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