
The Well From Hell
Nero Fiddled while Rome burned
The city became one huge urn
Our Gulf Coast now is dieing
The President, he be denying
While black oil and sludge is invading
It’s the pretense of guilt, He’s evading
With volunteers and guts, Jindal fights for life
Their sand bags and shovels against all odds
He meets the Black Death and it’s strife
While Obama gives an approving nod
So pleased a Community Organizer is alive and well
Federal resources sit idle, but not the Well from Hell
Obama schemes for political action and traction
Jindal screams forget politics, we need decisive action
Obama realizes he does his best thinking while playing hoops
He don’t know nothing about wells, and clean up is for poops
Like Nero of old, Obama plays with the round ball he loves
There will be plenty of photo ops, showing measured concern
But for now, its a pick up game of shirts and skins
He tells his opposition, if you plan to advance, I must win
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It’s just a poem my friends; but it was about all I could do after looking at the pictures of the dieing birds and animals. Yes I have been a trapper and a professional hunter and I have butchered many farm animals for the freezer and put many out of their misery; but the pictures of these poor animals have melted this old trapper’s heart. I am mad, mad as Hell and this poem was the best I could do right now; however, if that guy in the White House thinks I am going to relax my keyboard after he sent down lawyers rather than seabees, caterpillars, coast guard, marines, army troopers and all the equipment of the most powerful nation in the world, he is sadly mistaken. I will never forget the pictures of those poor little birds as they struggle with death’s cruel grip.
SKOOKUM: oh my GOD, it’s terrible to see that; your poem describe very well, what is going on. bye 🙄
Ms Bees
The tragedy is catastrophic in the sense of suffering that is happening to wildlife; the fish, birds, and animals that occupy the tidal basins of those Gulf states need certain conditions to survive, those conditions don’t include crude. The most tragic part is there are several military bases within a few hundred miles. Camp Le Leune in North Carolina has Sea Bees, at least they used to, they are older construction experts who can get any job done that you give them. There are several other bases like OT’s Fort Benning that would be glad to help with manpower and equipment, yet our President fiddled for 38 days while Jindal was actually doing something. Obama wanted environmental studies before they put up sand dikes, I suppose he doesn’t need studies to see how crude kills animals and why worry about damage f the basins are devoid of all life.
Obama has compounded the tragedy with his incompetence, now the wildlife will die in extreme agony, the bird on the poem page died a few hours later, it is one of hundreds of millions. They are dieing while Obama pretends to be a President. Someone like OT would have moved the White House to the Gulf and stood over the recovery procedures personally, until it was over. We could have reduced the collateral damage, we have the equipment and talent; but because of the indifference of Obama we can watch the death of an eco-system.
I have worked on the race tracks down there and have an appreciation for the people and wildlife. By the way Bees, many of those people down there are related to your people. Many are Arcadians who were driven from Canada and settled in the French areas around New Orleans. Nice people who love horses and living life to the limits. I fit right in with their culture of fishing, hunting, horses, and hunting gators. I hope that life wont disappear from the earth.
I think that is what is happening at least in my opinion.
You can *almost* fit those lyrics to the melody from ‘Eve of Destruction’, but it doesn’t match quite right on every line.
That is interesting bbart, I have no musical ability; but it will be fun to try and put it to work it into that old song. I remember the song from my college days. I envy people with a musical ear, thanks for the info.
SKOOKUM: thank you for describing the situation; yes the ACADIENS are very good people i live and made friends with some, they have suffer in the past when the british send them in boats,they end up in LOUSIANA , but some stayed and hide in the woods, and the indians show them what was good to eat in the forest,and they help them to survive all thoses times,there are some that married indian, men and woman, i am not acadian myself but i have admiration for their brave and courage to have gone through thoses hard time. bye 🙄