No More Blood for Oil!
A man's blood stains tides
Grotesque and twisted
A bloated, floating corpse
bobbing in an apathetic sea
His hands drift uselessly
They held a baby once
His chapped lips kissed
farewell, grieving wife
Dying soldiers gurgle
Salt seawater weighting
They fought for corporations
Expired for profit's sake
A man's blood stains tides
The guts of nations seeping
But does it mark consciences
Of Western politicians?
No blood for oil:
Patrick Mackeown
Poetry of the day Review:
Yesterday I drove by the gas station, with money in my pocket. Looked at the price with a faint hope in my heart that I would wake up and be able to save a penny or two. Boy was I wrong as hell. I woke up to a 46 cent increase per gallon. With a damn near empty tank to boot. Needless to say i'm kinda ticked off about it. This post is dedicated to that. Btw I kinda hope Muammar Al-Qaddafi destroys those oil fields in Libya, because then it will force the market to make a change. Else we will be forever a slave to the will power of tyrants. I vote we need to organize a week of boycott for the oil companies. If you let them have power, they will have power. Power corrupts, and absolute power is suicide.
Word of the day:
kɒt
–verb (used with object)
1.
to combine in abstaining from, or preventing dealings with, as a means of intimidation or coercion: to boycott a store.
2.
to abstain from buying or using: to boycott foreign products.
–noun
3.
the practice of boycotting.
4.
an instance of boycotting.
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