Bp Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Bp

Rating: 5.0


Oil still flowing
Its odor fouls the air
Tar ball spreading
Staining beaches everywhere

Generations of families
Out in the cold
Can't wait for the fix
Having no money gets so old

Hotels, restaurants,
Fishermen too
No one makes income
What's a worker to do?

Out in the Gulf
The oil keeps a coming
How much longer
Will BP keep everyone running?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Liliana ~el 29 September 2013

Bringing important, current events to light! Wonderful and especially relatable!

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Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Baltimore, Maryland
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