Oceans stifulled cry

My thoughts of turbulence unseen
No oil on troubled waters slick with olive sheen
I see, and morn the orca  In its leap
The circus and the crowds that clap
 
Our seas awash with ominipresent trash
To blink with minds are so dumbstruck with self ballast
The omnipotence to suffocate
Those micro bead will end up on our plate  
 
The oleander, a beauty and a beast
The poison all ready to ingest
And curse because no warnings signs alarmed
That pretty things can do the greatest harm
 
Natures overture has now been stirred
The oar we wielded like a sword
That baton syncopates the tempests might
Ineptitude the song , to little much to late
 
Stare down the barrel of obliivion  
And know that nothing can be done
The Goregons Head percieved can ossify
The chance we had and passed it by
 
Poison chalace was just to large to grip
A headonistic spin to the abyss
To oust all chance of a reprieve
A conjuerer with no trick left up his sleeve
 
The poisons spreading through the viens  
A shutdown and the patients mortal pain
To deny what rely is profane
The tide of trespass of life just throw away