BP 's Troubles

Nothing new here, on this earth..

Nothing said, nothing done,..

Nothing new, in love and hate..

Joy and cry, In wishful thinking..

Birth and death, hungers grip,..

Nothing new, here on this earth..

Nothing new, nothing new..

But for that, in man's hands made..

For a blessing of being intelligent..

As a curse for the same thing be..

And in greed in indulgence..

Oil spill in ocean blue..

And death becomes of all things aquatic..

In living swimming breathing, chocked..

Just for the sake of being man made..

Nothing new here on this earth..

Oh and for that sake..

Just that sake, what tragedy...

It bears in equilibrium scatter...

Of saboteur, by man's hands made...

Nothing new here on this earth...

Just a time table to be ad-heard to..

Man in charge, man in charge..

Who went and put man in charge..

And for his intelligence as a curse..

On mother natures back gardens..

Nothing new here on this earth..

But for the tragedy of man's hands made...

Playing God, in natures back yard..

Nothing new here on this earth..