The Oil Man

The black gold sits underneath the earth and sea
Owned by country's monopoly
At the flick of a switch a country halts
The people are so blind at the belonging fault
Why do we depend so much on oil
That thick black stuff that brings toil and trouble
The magnates have forgotten what it's like to be poor
Listening to whinging governments is probably a bore
Do they stop to think about the everyday man?
Who struggle to buy petrol not to mention a bean can
Countries are held at gunpoint for this rotten fuel
A despicable practice that is really cruel
But all the time people are dying of cold
Due to the cost of the extortionate black gold
People walk for days for a simple ration
Where is your decency and living compassion?
But a question I have for when it's no longer needed
When all the oils gone and been completely succeeded
An answer that will probably keep everyone amused
But at this time makes me confused
How will you get your daily bread?
Or care for your children and ensure they're well fed?
Will you become one of the many
Who struggles to survive always looking for a penny?
I hope that's not ever the case
And you never ever stare poverty in the face