The Ocean Is Dying/ Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

The ocean is dying
the fish are crying
The seven seas are churning
turning oil brown and black
The deep sea drilling has been killing
and can't you see...it's never coming back
The whales are choking
The sea birds are croaking
The oil plumes are still smoking
Shady businessmen still cloaking
the death that they sow
All for profit
Disregarding all the damning facts they know
That oil will kill everything
and coat it like a killing snow
only death will come so slow
like the undulating undertow
that slowly spreads everywhere you can go
to tarnish beaches once pristine and white as snow
to the estuaries and well water below
as the fishermen who are crying
as there's nowhere left to go
for shrimp, and crab and escargot
their industry the first affected, first to go
but others will die off too
covered with sticky oily goo
because of a selfish few
who scrimp, cut corners and screw
Who's methods are so cruel and rude
just like their blackened crude
and all the people that they screwed
out of pastimes, livelihood, joy and food
they ought to be hung upon the masts
of all the ships that ever passed upon the sea
to be spit upon by everyone with eyes to see
their cowardice and their culpability
to ruin such a precious thing as the sea
that was meant as one of God's greatest gifts
to you and me
Don't let them escape responsibility!