The oil is free...

       This oil is free...

There is no price for you or me,
this time they give the oil for free.
It does not have a destination,
this oil is not for a petrol station,
not part of a greedy man’s equation.

Not guided by the human mind,
it will not go and be refined,
For the greedy there’s a sharp repost,
only animals and fish will bare the cost,
from all the oil you’ve gone and lost

It’s part of our general malaise,
can we not travel in other ways.
If we go a foot, a yard or mile,
must we always go in style,
adding to the wealth’s pile.

The sick the old may need the wheel,
but surely we can find, a better deal.
They feed us images of cars so cool,
using vast amounts of liquid fuel,
could they be playing us for the fool.
 
We swallow up their sweet sickly words,
with complete disregard for fish or birds
Not taking time to even pause,
relying on all our human flaws,
we search deep with our metal claws.

Tearing and raping what gave us birth,

our precious womb, our mother earth,
 
is this all we think she’s worth.