Everything we have worked for
\nall the dreams we ever had
\nturned our peaceful haven
\ninto a place where only the mad
\ncould imagine
\ntheir idyllic home
\nwas anything but lost
\nthe house the land the lake
\nthe lot
\nand the tremendous cost
\nwas evidenced by the tumoult
\nthe savagery the pain
\nas the crippling crude enveloped
\nand transformed our life again
\ninto a hell hole from the idyll
\nthat our place became
\nall those years of stress and graft
\nand nobody took the blame
\nwe looked outside
\nand clouldn’t believe the ravage and the wrath
\neverything was swallowed up
\neven our fairy path
\nour animals all covered in what was crude
\nblack oil
\nwe witnessed our destruction
\nas our blood began began to boil<\/p>\n
its was frighteningly obvious
\nthat our future was now gone
\nour home and lovely garden
\nclearly one big con
\nhad taken place upon us
\nour sheltered grove was gone
\nswallowed up by this sickly stew
\nthat now lie thick upon<\/p>\n
everything we ever had
\nthe treasures of the earth
\nback breaking work for 30 years
\nand this despite its worth
\nruined in a moment as the sickly carpet came
\nand converted what was heaven
\ninto the holocaust by name<\/p>\n
the birds the bees the animals
\nthe barn the house the lake
\nall those glorious fishes
\nthe wild flowers that did make
\nthe banks and all the gardens
\ndecorated by
\nthe hordes of lovely blossoms
\nthe apple of our eye<\/p>\n
and now coated with sickly black
\noozing and smelly mist
\nhangs like some great ghostly crypt
\nthat the devil must have kissed
\nthe harmony was swallowed up
\nby the rate infested pipes
\ngreat holes had sprung
\nfractures among
\nthe rather older types<\/p>\n
my wife and I are beside ourselves
\nour hearts broken in two
\nwe still feel numb to just see some
\nand what we are going to do
\nto recoup what is our savings
\nthe insurance tell us they
\nare not prepared to pay the claim
\nbecause the cost is really way<\/p>\n
outside any settlement
\nits total loss and we
\nhave to realise everything is gone
\nthe agony
\nimmeasurable and pointless
\nto even contemplate a settlement
\nin real terms
\nfor no one can create<\/p>\n
any kind of theory
\nas to how this pipe broke through
\nand filled the area around us
\nwith what was crude black spew
\nsickly smelling and obnoxious such toxicity
\nand nobody is helping
\nwe now where we be<\/p>\n
everything is finished
\nour lives are ravaged by
\nthe filthy Canadian tar sands
\nthe dreadful constancy
\nof hell on earth remaining
\nwhere our dream home stood
\nall that work and effort
\nnobody now could<\/p>\n
look at this and not cry tears
\na broken heart too see
\nand could never walk away from this
\nsick catastrophe
\nthis vile disturning miasma
\nthat came down opn us and
\nspread its ugly grotesque footprint
\nright across the land
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