The Gulf
“The water was fouled at once,
but they drank it none the less,
a mess of mud and blood”
– Thucydides
Oil on the water
blood on the sands
cruel and unusual
big business plans
eleven souls dying
then millions more
of fellow live beings
damn big business whores
crude in their veins
greedy slick hearts
their making a killing
rips lives apart
big oil at the table
pounds on its chest
keeps us addicted
kills all the rest
what becomes of our world
what becomes of our pride
what becomes of our lives
when death comes with the tide
Larry Piltz / The Rag Blog
Austin, TX
(from Back Bay,
Biloxi, MS)
May 4, 2010
wow~ powerful poem. thanks for posting it on msnbc.. reminds me of the work of a local environmental activist here in encinitas, who left us last year: robert tjaart nanninga. may repost your words?
Yes, you may repost! Thanks. I read about Robert Tjaart Nanninga, whom you mentioned. He sounds like a great one, a peace chief of sorts. No doubt he’ll be missed. May you be successful in helping further the good work he and you all have been doing.
– Larry (I commented about this also on your O.A.K.nektar blog; fyi.)
This poem hits hard – so well written, but sad that it had to be.
Thank you for sending me the link.
Hey, brave anonymous commenter. “Their making a killing” means what it says. They OWN making a killing. Sort of like this description of your comment could read, “Your flatulent argument”.
You might be thinking of “They ARE making a killing”, which they are indeed doing as well (as well as killing living things). But since “They are making a killing”, they also have a killing that they are making, which makes it THEIR making a killing. But I guess you were too angry about some fictitious spamming to think straight (is that a typical problem for you?).
– Larry Piltz