OIL SPILL

The dreaded black disease came rushing from afar

With slimy fatal tentacles smelling worse than tar

Carried on waves of destruction it caught all in its way

Merciless to innocents it spread as fire through hay

Petrified evacuees were swallowed by the muck

Entangled in death's cold embrace, scarce were those with luck

The blacked, dying oceans are begging for our help

Our empty vows echo throughout the tainted kelp.

By Karen Miley