Noise is rising, higher and high

Shouts and howls, getting louder loud

Though they say, we won’t hurt or kill

They keep on doing, otherwise

They don’t pick, they don’t choose

Just follow the whistle, playing in the wind

Flock in droves, to drown every sound

Of screams for help, or painful cries

Some say they are left, some are right

Some claim they walk, on the midline

All they bring, to the fires that rage

Is tons and tons of, burning oil