Death by Oil

May 31, 2010
By feruspiuslupus GOLD, Bradenton, Florida
feruspiuslupus GOLD, Bradenton, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"We live in illusion and the appearance of things. There is a reality. We are that reality. When you understand this, you see that you are nothing, and being nothing, you are everything. That is all."-Kalu Rinpoche


There are my babies on the ground
Hands tied behind their backs with no way around.
They’re on the edge of water and death
But I’m hopeless, they’re hopeless, is this their last breath?
I struggle from above as mine below stick
Like glue to their selves. But what is this slick
Substance? I search for my others and soar
Above, thinking with confusion about this war
As rainbows in liquid swirl with motions slow
Mocking the pain of my children below.
Why make suffer those who’ve done no
Wrong, those so young who simply don’t know?
Guilt fills my lungs, my wings overcome with sorrow
They may lose their strength, drown me and ruin tomorrow.
The eyes of the infested sea open onto my dream
Of freedom from this poisonous stream.
Life like this isn’t worth it, all of this is to spoil.
This oil.


The author's comments:
This poem is in honor of the victims of the oil leak in the Gulf.

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