Fields No More

The last drop spills on the sand,

It's now goodbye to this foreign land,

All over, the liquid gold is running out,

Those ancient fossils will no longer shout.

All too fast we've used their echoes,

To take the world with its fuming shadows,

Now nothing remains but that last drop,

Lauding it over the most populous crop.

A century or more is lost in fords,

Drowning in wells that reap no rewards.

We cracked the ice to resurrect,

Those rotted corpses compacted in sect.

But they amounted to a costly trickle,

So we looked towards the hammer and sickle.,

Now broken into bloodthirsty hoards,

Each one promising oily chords.

A sudden surge brought roars and cheers,

And pessimism missed folded ears.

Vitality soon turned upside down,

Drills found nothing but an earthy frown.

Gaia is tired of being invaded,

Her face is jaundiced, looking jaded,

And we suffer without her precious liquid,

Everything falls, without any power,

We hide in hovels in instant cower.

Dark ages return with a rapid fury,

A verdict stamped without a jury.

There’s nothing left but a gasping earth,

Awaiting on a energetic new birth.

© menshallknownothingofthis.co.uk 19/11/2009