Drink to tankers

Oil chokes the sea,
a slippery grasp
a solid struggle
there is nothing done by me:
It’s your sea –
to protect and to hold –
this water’s your body; your soul.
A million miles of glorious water
to revel in,
marvel at,
float in and swim!
Awaiting the tonnage
of gallons of fossil,
to grab and to smother –
this oil choked sea.

Goodbye furry animals
fishes and birds…
Tata we can’t want you
with your useless turds.
I’d rather be rid of you
please drink this water
we give you your fathers
in this black polluter.

Don’t fight it
you creatures
the end will come quickly!
It’s not for our cruelties
there’s really true pity,
but hurry and leave us
sink quietly away
I promise your bodies a plentiful day,
alas you shan’t hold it:
As death comes to slay.

One thought on “Drink to tankers

  1. Admittedly this is an old poem. I’ve the urge to share it. Enjoy – a little sorry it’s so bleak, especially when today’s a glorious day over here in London.

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