This is a poem I wrote for a contest on deviant art against the oil spill. I know there are some mistakes, but im rather proud of it so I wanted to share it with you guys. You dont have to like it, I just wanted to share, is all.

If I were an artist...
What would I paint?
A love scene?
A drama queen?
Birds, swimming in a lake?

No, I think not.

Make no mistake,
I love these things.

But if I were an artist,
I'd paint something powerful.
To sway the minds of others,
creating desire,
to inspire!
And implore.

If I were an artist,
I'd want to create,
show mistakes,
but using colors,
as my words.
Evoking emotions
undiscovered,
quickly recovered,
and begging
action as well as
imagination.

What would I paint?

A child's innocence,
surrounded by war?
Blood, guts, and gore?
Darkness surrounding,
Light never founding,
And hopelessness abounding?

Heaven forbid.

Or perhaps two lovers
undiscovered
hiding,
beneath the covers.
Enemies,
with hands intertwined.

Or maybe of disasters,
Natural and men,
with desperation
and agitation,
mingling together.

Poverty, caused by greed,
Money is the seed,
of all evil things.

But we know of this.

Perhaps death,
should be my subject.
For it is, after all,
an interesting topic.

Death dealt by drowning
oil dripping, into your lungs.
Would that not be pleasant?
Seeing treatment cast upon you-
as you do
to the animals
of this world.

Or maybe I should paint the animals,
dying,
suffering,
from your sins.

Would it be powerful enough?

Painting the oceans littered with their bodies,
the Young crying,
not knowing,
which slicks their skin.

Should I paint the loss?
The loss of birds,
of fish,
of otters,
and turtles?

Should I paint the damage?
The damage done by shortcuts?
The loss of the lives
of the workers eleven
or the damage done to their families, even?

Is it strong enough?

Should I paint a red sky?
Smoke, a mile high?

Is it powerful enough?

No, it isnt.

Perhaps I should paint money-
wasted away constantly
as the barrels of oil
drift in the current.

Money is all
that matters
to you.

But to the people?

Should I paint the wasted livelihood?
Parents struggling to feed their young?

Or should I
bite my tongue,
plug my ears,
tie my hands,
close my eyes,
and wait,
till it goes away?

If I were an artist,
I'd paint something powerful.
Of men, and women,
conquering our toils,
defeating, our troubles.
Fixing our ways,
healing the planet,
triumph, in our eyes.

great poem.. I got an image of a crowd of people on a beach examining tar balls

It's a bit long winded.

Nice work here Bubbly

Thanks guys, and yeah Flubbles, I suppose it is, haha. Oh well.

wow, Bubbles..this is something special! :)

superb poem Bubs.

Thanks you guys!

OK, so just to be clear... you're against the oil spill, not for it.

Of course! Why on earth would I be for it? I suppose I could have made that a bit more clear....

That really was a wonderful, insightful and well written poem. I enjoyed it :)

Thank you :)

I don't think anyone can be against an oil spill, or for the oil spill. That is just ludicrous. It was an accident. You think the oil companies really wanted to lose all that precious oil? Anyways, great poem! Most poems hardly ever make sense to me, but you sound like a true poet!

True, I suppose. And thank you :)