Hey BP, don’t you spill on me

Hey BP, don't you spill on me 
Your tunnel vision is now a catastrophe.
Birds covered in oil 
They can't fly no more 
They can't breathe no more 
They can't live no more 
Our sea life has become a burial ground 
Your business has cornered the market 
Not just the fuel in our gas tanks
But the medicine we swallow 
From a cup made of plastic
Petroleum has monopolized our lives 
Made us dependent on a resource 
We all knew was coming to an end 
So, what's next? Nuclear!!! 
What about the waste? 
Ask my friend Al 
Who was a nuclear engineer 
If he thinks nuclear waste 
Is something for the human race 
So, the President says to pray 
You know, I believe in verticality 
It's the first sensible thing 
Anyone has said 
Who has the answers? 
Certainly a power bigger than all of us 
I say, bow down to Mother Nature 
Be humble to Father Sky 
Ask for Higher Wisdom to guide us 
The Truth will show us the Way