Precious Oil Poem by Meghan

irridescent drops of beautiful black gold
every dropp will be gone and sold
shimmering, shining, they wait to behold
taking everything possible from this wonderous world
Mother Nature, lost all alone like a little girl
the weight of the world upon her shoulders
they need it, you know they gotta have it
all hidden within the Earth's wish-washy spit
they sniff it out like ravenous blood hounds
that oil you know, has gotta be found
hopelessly destroying nature's delicate web
sooner or later there'll be nothing left
fix today what will be your downfall tomorrow
too bad you can't burn energy off of sorrow