There's oil on the water with a boom to hold is static.
The workmen have a job to do, and run on automatic.
This isn't a disaster but it could have been more harsh,
The flora and the fauna, conservation of the marsh.
A clean-up operation from some vandal-like attack,
But it's accidental effluent, the words of the press pack.
There's no investigation and there will be no blame.
A simple informal apology was the nature of the game.
The waste dumped on Firestone Hill remains there today.
Buried under shifted earth, they found some other way.
The oil refinery's dead and gone, oh how things may change.
In its place are people's homes and that still seems strange.
Things are changing slowly, well I guess that it's a start.
We find out facts more readily and tear the lies apart.
But for every business with ethics there are still ten without:
Our resources are just profits, and that's all life is about.
