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Sometimes...Somewhere Oil Slicks
As yellow smears of dying
Cast upon a once blue sky
We sit in our complacency
deaf to the mournful cry.
The cry from our own coastline
With its stinking coat of oil
The once white beach deserted now,
replaced by blackened oil.
I sit and dream of all the days
I've roamed the beaches there
I've walked the sands along the shore
without a thought or care.
Ah! Then to watch the death of beauty
As- cast up from the sea
Comes a blackened stench of oily scum,
a man-made tragedy.
Oh, I've suffered as a witness
To the mournful, desolate cry
Of seabirds circling overhead
AS they watch their own mates die.
Not a death of noble grace
For a creature of the air
But, death upon a blackened beach
Soaked and dying there.
I've watched the silver glitterfish
Companions in the sea
Lie choking, rotting in the sun
when once they had been free.
Now, I watch the death of land
As, cast up from the sea
That blackened stench of oily scum
That man-made tragedy.
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