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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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.