RLMiller suggested that a poem be written about the destruction that is unfolding before our eyes in the Gulf of Mexico.
Here's my poem.
Amber Waves.
Below the fold.
Amber waves, diluted and polluted, forever spoiled.
Amber waves, relentlessly crashing over inhabitants
Unable to comprehend nor escape a bubble of death
Wrought by greed, wrought by five percent using one quarter
Of the world's wealth.
Amber waves, flooding and coating fragile ecosystems without notice of
The beauty they have stolen.
Amber waves.
What beauty we have wrought.
Amber waves. Not the amber waves we were taught
To sing about, nor revere.
Amber waves. What beauty they have wrought. In pursuit of money we've
Reaped only fear on unsuspecting and helpless, confused beings.
Amber Waves.
I hope we can stem this disaster. I hope we can survive it.
With over 4000 drilling sites in the Gulf, I doubt this is the last we'll hear of Amber Waves.
J.