Pelican Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.
Pelican
Birds are crying
wings beat the air.
Bills filled with oil
no one seems to care.
Fish are no good
no safe place to land.
Feathers all matted
need a helping hand.
The Gulf was home
life was good.
Now a blackened sea
filled with floating goo.
An oil rig stood broken
out in the sea.
Spewing death by the hour
run by BP.
A brown pelican watched
all of man's activities.
Figured it wouldn't be long
before he'd cease to be.
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5/9/2024 11:00:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow, this is a good one indeed. I recall when that was going on, recall the anger within, recall the sadness that followed; the world though so very beautiful, does have much ugliness poured upon it. Thanks for writing about it Lawerence. People need to remember, hopefully to learn from.