Dead Baby Dolphins

Blinded, eyes wide shut.
Glued together with molasses.
Not able to open one eye.
Wearing dark sunglasses
To shade out the lies.

One year after the worst oil spill in history.
A year of speeches that promised change.
The gulf devastated as wildlife is inflamed.
Dead baby dolphins washing up on shore en masse.
An inch of crude in wetlands remains unprocessed.

No safety procedures created or addressed.
No way to prevent another blowout and mess.
Money not getting to the people it was promised.
Politics as usual as it bottlenecks progress.
Making sure the people affected don’t get access.

To the generations that built a great industry.
To the generations that built a great culture.
America has its values and you are clearly not part
Of the golden city on the hill that opens its heart
To all people except its own.

Comments

  • Seal Clubber

    Dead baby dolphins – really? So you just write diddies about broad topics that carry emotional triggers in attempt to feign “deepness” huh? I bet you get really mad if someone criticizes you. “Think about the DEAD BABY DOLPHINS, man!”

  • Byron King

    that is exactly what i do. what do you do? Dead Baby Dolphins was actually the leading headline the day I wrote this on the anniversary of the BP Gulf Oil Spill.

    show me your work? show me your web site? I’d love to see it. and if you want to come on my site and criticize me have something to say other than attempt a shallow insult. did you flock over from the poetry forum which enjoys dishing out insults because someone doesn’t use proper meter or capitalize their sentences and seems to care about content.

    I enjoy making people think. It seems this poem worked for you because you took the time to write a silly comment. That is better than nothing so I thank you for stopping by.

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