PAH

An apple bobs down the oil ocean
No one reaches out to grab it
Yet everyone is starving
The apple is plump and red
Floating... drifting
A woman jumps in and grabs it
She takes the seeds
She plants a tree
And her family reaps the fruits of her labor
Soon the woman gets sick and dies
But the tree still grows
Tainted with hydrocarbons
The family spreads the news of a growing tree
And soon they are feeding the world
With the fruits of their mothers labor
And the wealth of her discovery is accumulating
As quick as the world is responding
Suddenly the tree begins to die
And everyone begins to get sick
But the family continues to sell their seeds
And the people continue to buy the food
Now everyone is weak
And they drink liquid to survive
Yes, they drink from the oil ocean
Their mouths are filled with droplets of filth
And their teeth are rotting
Numerous bodies are dying
But no one seems to think about
Where the problem started
Only how far it has spread
And all blame the mother
For an entire ocean filled with oil.

2/12/2013
~ B