The beach was red, red red
Like it was covered in blood.
I saw the picture of the brown pelican bird
All soaked in fresh crude oil.
The President donned a new pair of boots
While Spike Lee told him to Go Off.
Mr. Hayward kept saying all the wrong things
So much so that the Governor got angry.
Lots of people boycotted BP
While they tried to stop the oil flowing.
The shrimpers were all losing their shirts
And the tourists stopped swimming at the beach.
Nature had been raped by an offshore well
The Crescent City will never be the same
Since Katrina cleansed the Big Easy of its people
And the dirty oil disaster did its deadly deed.
Originally published in Poets for Living Waters
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