Drill Baby Drill
Thursday, June 17, 2010 at 5:12PM 
The BP Deepwater Horizon oil rig ablaze. Oil spill picture. Image: U.S. Coast Guard.
This is a piece I wrote in May as I watched the OilSpill unfold into the Gulf. At the time, I thought this issue would have been resolved by now, that Financial Reform would have been signed into law, that the American people might be looking more carefully towards the November elections - more critically at who represents our interests and who represents the interest of those who exploit the "small people."
Show me their papers...
Human nature is ultimately to adapt towards survival, and my nature is to tend to believe in the ultimate goodness of humanity, so I can't help but be hopeful. But in the meantime, it's worth reminding ourselves of what's at stake. Since some American politicians are willing to bow down and apologise before mega-corporations like BP, irrespective of the damage they do, I can't help put pay homage to the hubris of the powerful. Let the people say...Drill Baby Drill.
Drill Baby Drill
By: Derrick N. Ashong
I have a dream
That one day every child in America
Will be judged not by the color of their skin
Nor the content of their character
But by the vehicle they drive in
The degree of wealth they run after
And since power must be powered
I say:
Drill Baby Drill
I see a day
When the suns rays won't penetrate
The mighty plumes of soot that levitate
High above fields of factories
Oceans of industry
Waves of transportation
Fueled by exploration so
I say:
Drill Baby Drill
Imagine a world where markets run free
And every banker has a chance to Be all that he can be
Grab all he can see
Liberated from responsibility
To anyone other than himself
For in the pursuit of wealth
We must leave no soul unturned
Thus we must:
Drill Baby Drill
And so what if
A little black gold
Spills out from the depths
Of a gaping hole we dug
In the ocean floor
Trust your faith no more
Rather put that trust in us
For in God we just:
Drill Baby Drill
Drill into your hearts desire
Drill until your hope expires
Drill you full of expectation
Of dreams deferred until salvation
Drill for every fear you've kept
Alive inside your quivering chest
Drill until you're xenophobic
Then drill you with drugs to help you cope with
A world you no longer understand
Then turn to me I'll take your hand
And show you just who is to blame
Plant bogey men inside your brain
An army armed with swarthy faces
An outrageous brown invading nation
And only you can save the races
Stop the alien’s attack
Demand his papers!
And then you'll go home to rest
Knowing you bested the beast at his best
Though he did look more scared than scary
He was no match for our town military
So go home now & polish your gun
Reminisce on from whom the West was won
And be sure to deposit your checks
For from there we will finance our next bet
That America will someday be brown...
But until that day comes to town
We've got to
Drill baby
Drill baby
Drill you for all that you've got
Cuz in the depths of your soul
Is that certified gold
That will always keep me on top
Reader Comments (2)
DNA~
Great piece !
This is my favorite part:
"Drill for every fear you've kept
Alive inside your quivering chest
Drill until you're xenophobic
Then drill you with drugs to help you cope with
A world you no longer understand
Then turn to me I'll take your hand
And show you just who is to blame
Plant bogey men inside your brain"
Thanks John! Time we stood up for something better than what we've got. Here's to the people exercising our power to build a better world. D.N.A