The Shrimp Boats in the distance, on a sea of green.
now the dream of men, who have lost their means.
The stench of crude oil from Horizons fall,
turned the belly of the Gulf, into reddened walls.

None seem to know, how to stop the bleeding,
from the bowels of the earth, that now are seething.
Fear grips the minds, of those who’ve lost all hope,
to the carelessness of greed, with it’s lofty scope.

Children hear their fathers, cry themselves to sleep,
see the hurt in their mothers, as they watch them weep.
Each awake in the night, wondering what’s to become,
of the dreams of their parents, as the morning dawns.

Don’t worry little children, for there’s One who cares,
for your hopes of tomorrow, that are caught and snared.
You see He never slumbers, and never does He sleep,
and He watches you with care, in your night of dreams.

Written By : Barbara A. Carlan 7/2/2010