Crude oil, oil spill

Workers die, marine kill

Crude reaction

Lack of action

It’s on the flow

To Mexico

Who’s to blame? Nobody knows

Tony Hayward, BP CEO:

It’s "relatively tiny" compared with the "very big O".

 

And the world is so small

In the mind of Hayward

His views are drastically, fantastically wayward;

Tony the phony

What an old crony

Can’t hear through the veil

Of his own baloney;

Reached a new low, he

Can’t hear

Can’t see;

Can’t smell through the stench of his own money.

 

1989, Exxon Valdez,

2005, 15 workers dead

Oil, crude oil

Still polluting Alaska

18 years after

11 worker’s deaths later..

Who’s to blame now?

Not Exxon, nohow;

They’ve supported the research of facts:

Funded 350 independent studies into ‘significant long-term impact’.

 

The problem of this pollution

Requires a creative solution

Of the spontaneous grassroots sort;

Not top-down marketing paid-for-and-bought.

 

The Tate is being scaled

The world of creation, failed

And every poet, writer, musician

And painter will be sailed

In a sea of thick darkness

Awash with deceit;

The world of oil giants

From which there is no retreat.

Close the Australian beach;

It’s an easier retreat

Than cleaning up the mess

Made by BP’s latest feat.

 

The oil giants are on the move;

Now they’re after our spirit

They want to own our expressions

And to influence every bit

Put a price on our imaginations

Stunt the realisations

Master our creations;

They’re after the sell

And their logo’s a shell

But we know that it’s covered in oil:

A real artist’s Hell.

 

And they’re well on their way

To creating a society

Of corporate creation

And the kind of insanity

Of the Niger Delta

Where people face calamity

Thanks to the spills:

Remember CRUDE OIL KILLS

 

And now they want to sponsor

Art of every kind,

My advice is this:

Let not the blind lead the blind

 

Your creative message will not spoil

If you paint your canvas with oil;

Do create for your kind,

But leave the crudeness behind;

For crude oil leaves a mark

On the soul and the mind.

 

So Exxon, Shell, and dear old BP

Leave our art alone.. We know what you’ve done to the sea.