Precious black gold
Sultry her allure of motion
Vivacious often bold
Arose from the soil
The cause commotion
For she does enjoy
Our lack of devotion
The earth we destroy
By way of loco-motion
Avarice our ploy
Of self destruction

Celebrate your country,enjoy the parade
Protect your integrity, never the charade
Save our world turned to soil
Lost in the orbit of turmoil
Deep a grave so hollow
Only the innocent deserve a halo
For the rest who wallow
Horrid the sound of an echo
Shallow a mind so narrow
Fallow the blind who follow
Resolve our sanity, inspire the inane