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Oil For Today


(poems go here) Blurry eyes of too many men In cars and trains they travel far We fill our tanks how we were taught To stop and think is a useless thought Who rides a bike, or even walks When you can drive and slurp it up Overseas we drill It will always last For today, we hope, for tomorrow Oil spills, it drops and rolls The seas are slicked We slurp it up Fight Fight Fight For this is ours And life goes on For now, we hope, for tomorrow Every time you turn, you spill a drop You shop, you eat You slurp it up Now comes a day you spill too much Coins and tears, something must be done With guns and war and those blurry eyes For now, we hope, for tomorrow Oil spills, it drops and rolls The seas are slicked We slurp it up Fight Fight Fight For this is ours And life goes on For now, we hope, for tomorrow
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