Oozy Black

In the gibes we employ
Contain the glib we enjoy
In our tease to no end
To bring a smile or a grin

We spoke fun in our jest
In this spar of social unrest
Caressing a calm ever pleading
To a world sadly bleeding

Times of fun seems misgiving, even lost
Bringing heartaches at great cost
To the aftermath of misguided care
From this globe we all do share

Wouldn't it be nice if we could change
Towards a highway with super lanes
Keeping us on the straight and narrows
Without the pains from flying arrows

Such life would bring laughter back
Tears would dry our cries would lack
The Gulf of Mexico would be intact
but life and greed has become the fact

In this sordid mess of oozy black
Above, beneath the sea that's tracked
Lies God's critters his gift to all
Slowly dying has we no gall

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
June 7, 2010

Author's Note

As I type this poem on my computer, the TV is showing
the damage done to God's creatures due too our
greed and stupidity. May God forgive us for our sins?
Speaking as an American so ashamed of this travesty