Whenever I sit and watch the news on TV. I get angrier at our leaders and BP.

The oil has started washing up thick and nasty, Leaving a mark that is hideous and ghastly. The BP reps are calling this stuff tar balls.

Most people believe it, but definitely not all. Tar balls are usually thick, hard and black. This stuff is oil, and the truth we still lack. When will our government say, “STOP, this is enough?”

Maybe they should spend a little time cleaning up this stuff. We, the people have no voice. The decision makers have left us out, in favor of their own choice. I recently heard a council man say that the debris will go to a land fill.

How long will it take for that to affect us and also indirectly kill? The trash thrown in the water and thrown on the beach ground, Is washing up on shore, covered and contaminated by a sticky, ugly, nasty brown.

On April 30th, BP stock was $60.00 a share. May 11th, $32. I hate it for them, but this is our only earth; we don’t have a spare.

BP has been allowed to repeatedly fail, And our leaders seem to be keeping the pace of a snail.

Hey, BP, stop trying to capture a little and gushing a lot. Close it, cover it and find a new spot.

It’s a hard lesson to learn from your mistakes, But I hope you at least learned to, first, have a shut off valve in place.

Mr. President, put your foot down. Be a man. If you don’t feel right about it, step down so someone else can. Our fore fathers promised us the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Presently stripped of all three, we can only hope that good will come from this mess. The average person would have been severely punished, held accountable. BP still hasn’t been, and the damaged caused is insurmountable.

On Monday, the 14th of June, The President came to survey the damage to the water and dunes.

Tuesday, the 15th, in his televised address, He promised that BP will pay and help clean up this mess. He placed a 6 month moratorium on oil drilling. That’s fine and good, but the old one is continuously spilling. He spoke of the anxiety and fear we face. He said we need to work together, the human race.

He said that past hurricanes and this spill have caused long-term degradation.

But, this disaster will be felt for many a generation.

During his address, he said many things.

But, not a bit closer to the truth for us did he bring.

He’s implementing a plan for gulf coast restoration.

He promised tighter oil industry regulation.

Immediately after the earth quake in Haiti, Port-au-Prince,

His address included the deployment of most of our department of defense.

Following the Deep Water Horizon accident, his speech came on day fifty-seven.

That only happened then because he owed it to the families of the perished eleven.

And exactly where are the environmental watch dogs: PETA and Green Peace?

They should have already brought this company to their knees.

What about Hollywood? They always help in a crisis.

They are nowhere to be found, and we are left to our own devices.

Have they all been framed, blackmailed, or bribed to keep their mouths shut?

Is it possible every for all we have ever known, to now be corrupt?

As southerners, we’ve been portrayed as simple-minded fools.

We are neither ignorant nor uneducated, and we know BP and the government is breaking many laws and rules.

If we, American citizens, no matter how mild, get together and take a stand,

The Patriot act would be enforced; we lose our rights, assets, and our land.

Due to the defiled water, a fisherman committed suicide.

Robbed of his livelihood, he felt that, for his family, he could no loner provide.

Dolphins, turtles and birds wash up deceased.

Oil on the beaches, frequency and amount now increased.

Many helicopters and planes fly by.

They look for oil, as they dot the sky.

Barges and boats from the horizon to the shore:

They are skimming the surface, but what about the ocean floor?

The workers on the beach slowly bag debris.

Nine shovels full seems a waste of time, bags and money to me.

Still there are layers of oil globs under the sand.

I saw a guy dig down a little and scoop it in his hand.

Always the beach has been a refuge to find peace and tranquility.

Now, forced to jump over solidified oil to get there, I can add hostility.

We sit and wait and pray for this to soon be over.

We have almost hit the bottom; our spirits shouldn’t sink any lower.