Something's Gonna Blow

Oh, oh, something’s gonna blow,

and it ain't more black, liquid Gold

into the waters of the Gulf of Mexico.

Every day, every hour, left and right battle,

and oh, the posturing blame that's thrown!

Birnbaum’s bobbing on beneath the media blitz,

our American boobs have the questioning floor,

their ignorance and yeomanry showing up poor.

While Brits engage in fisticuffs upon synthetic streets,

and fight to hold belly-close ancestral self-control.

Oh, oh, something’s gonna blow . . .

Salazar’s Stetson remains firmly grooved,

his cronied head steering clear of the hood,

though but for his listen to cares and concerns,

this black death in the Gulf might never occur.

Hayward is chastised, the ridicule fine!

Oh how funny to think our right honorables

believe they can best run a thing beyond a five and dime!

Yes, our American boobs have the questioning floor,

their ignorance and yeomanry showing up poor . . .

while Salazar’s Stetson and Birnbaum’s Bob,

remain oddlly closeted from this political time-bomb.

. . . Oh, oh, something’s gonna blow.

On and on, oil gushes from the ocean deep,

fouling waters entrusted to Man to keep

as house and home for the little shell crab -

and the mighty Pelican diving deep

for shining mullet in the life-giving Gulf of Mexico.

Many weeks have passed with insidious ooze

smothering small creatures - and stealing the succour

of both native man and ancient beasts,

who long have lived by the bounty of the Gulf.

Where are the skimmers from the shores of Zeebrugge?

Where are the helpers that so oft are always We?

Oh, oh, something’s gonna blow . . .

America is floundering, America so great!

Always there, always helping, other Peoples in dire straits.

Oh Where, Oh Where, are you Now?

Ignore the Royal edicts stopping you,

ignore the calls to halt and leave our Seas!

We need you Now, we need You -- hear our quiet plea. . .

Let us see you cross the oily political line of fault

and fight unto our wounded shores to Stand.

Stand with us and help the innocent bird that flounders

in the thick black oil that captures

all the ails that plague America in this sad age!

. . . Oh, oh, something’s gonna blow.

This sad age of bluster and denouncing and inaction -

Oh where is the strong American of Action!

Where are the fast friends of our Nation !

Alone -- we face this terrible trial,

while others, our friends, stand stiffly cast aside,

and chat over pints ‘bout the monkeying with their pride.

While Hofmeister speaks with facts, not blarney,

making clear this tragedy is naught but a bloody carney

of rotting rhetoric and shameful tightwad cowardry.

And still the world stands agreeably cast aside!

And the cries of Louisianans fall deaf on these ill tides.

. . . Oh, oh, something’s gonna blow.

Few berms have we built, little oil can we burn,

and for want of a life jacket another marsh doomed...

Jindal’s voice cries with passion and with reason!

Yet his pleas on behalf of his beloved Cajuns

fall near deaf to mainstream news and the big White House.

The Gulf now unwilling captive to blind ideology

that cares naught for anything but apology.

Apology couched in pocketed reparations,

and yet another Czarist golden pedestal is made,

to take full federal advantage of the sad situation,

to push back-breaking agendas like Cap and Trade.

. . . Oh, oh, something’s gonna blow.

Copyright ©Katie.Flippin June 17, 2010. All Rights Reserved

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Want the Real Story, from real Louisianians? How do they feel about BP, about the Federal Government's lackadasical role now that they are In Control, about the ABSURD lack of skimmers coming to the aid of the Gulf of Mexico from the get go? Follow the news and reader comments on NOLA.com, follow the link below. Where are you Now? America? Given the choice, I've no doubt, you would not begrudge your tax dollars brought to bear against this spill, and worry about the pay back much, much later. This spill is a Global Disaster like nothing that has come before.

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