Across the Gulf

Tell me that the Government must leave this to BP.
Tell me they won't dump the clean-up off eventually.
Lie to me.

Tell me that the booms I see are floated fucking correctly.
Tell me the true gallons that are going in the sea.
I'll make reality.

Tell me much less than I fear will fish and pelicans die.
Tell of nature's healing, how the marshlands will survive.
I want so much to believe.


Tell me there aren't any alternatives for energy.
Tell me that the price of oil won't soon go up mysteriously.
Lie to me.

Tell me that it's all my fault for driving an SUV.
Tell me it's inevitable, the cost for our profligacy.
I'll make reality.

Tell me things aren't happening with Biblical scope and urgency.
Tell me the incandescent eye examining all we do is our own only.
I want so much to believe.


Tell me that the corporate parent is capable of feeling.
Tell me they'll ignore this time all profit's psychopathies.
Lie to me.

Tell me that the President doesn't stand in the shadow of an oil
company.
Tell me that the USA is still bigger than BP.
I'll make reality.

Tell me this will galvanize the change the planet needs.
Tell me of the turn of heart where we'll honor living beings.
I want so much to believe.