No More Blood for Oil!

A man's blood stains tides
Grotesque and twisted
A bloated, floating corpse
bobbing in an apathetic sea

His hands drift uselessly
They held a baby once
His chapped lips kissed
farewell, grieving wife

Dying soldiers gurgle
Salt seawater weighting
They fought for corporations
Expired for profit's sake

A man's blood stains tides
The guts of nations seeping
But does it mark consciences
Of Western politicians?

No blood for oil:
Patrick Mackeown
http://www.bookscape.co.uk