The day will come when Mother Nature will face the test of time
It seems the hour has arrived carrying a hurt that blinds the mind
It preys atop the ocean waves, spreading its evil webs
The blacken ooze coats the sea beneath in silence flows the ebbs
For beauty once adorned this golden crescent known as the Gulf of Mexico
It’s tarnished to the point of no return as the wind emits sad echoes
What once we took as so pristine unmarked by human hands
Now is marred by greedy excuses black tides will mark our precious sands
Is it too late to change our fate can we control our destiny
Are we to witness an ocean’s demise before our very eyes?
Every day this well remains uncapped brings death a little closer
Time is slowly running out our Gulf Coast needs a closure
If by the grace of God we’re able to stop the flow of oil
Years will be needed to clean our shores to again become unspoiled
Not to mention the loss of life atop the shoreline beneath the ocean
Even know the cessations of life stirs lively commotions
From those who live along the coast, making a honest living
They will suffer untold damage from their lively way of giving
Caused soulfully by man’s stupidity in drilling so terribly deep
Now Mother Nature will decide when to stop the tears she weeps
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
June 18, 2010
It preys atop the ocean waves, spreading its evil webs
The blacken ooze coats the sea beneath in silence flows the ebbs
For beauty once adorned this golden crescent known as the Gulf of Mexico
It’s tarnished to the point of no return as the wind emits sad echoes
What once we took as so pristine unmarked by human hands
Now is marred by greedy excuses black tides will mark our precious sands
Is it too late to change our fate can we control our destiny
Are we to witness an ocean’s demise before our very eyes?
Every day this well remains uncapped brings death a little closer
Time is slowly running out our Gulf Coast needs a closure
If by the grace of God we’re able to stop the flow of oil
Years will be needed to clean our shores to again become unspoiled
Not to mention the loss of life atop the shoreline beneath the ocean
Even know the cessations of life stirs lively commotions
From those who live along the coast, making a honest living
They will suffer untold damage from their lively way of giving
Caused soulfully by man’s stupidity in drilling so terribly deep
Now Mother Nature will decide when to stop the tears she weeps
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
June 18, 2010
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