The sun has shone it’s light
on the
Sea World
Aqua Club
and tells about the Orca’s
It’s a peculiar rub
Stolen from their mothers
And plucked out of
the sea
Then put in tanks together
But it seems to me
Fed on all the dead fish
In a chlorinated pool
Concrete is the buffer
Extending to through the wall
The orcas suffer inwardly
Emotional as hell
It’s such a bleak uncertainty
It’s grotesque in fact as well
Sea World built it’s business
As the Orcas took their bit
Unprepossessing ugliness
Really lots of shit
Flying every which way
A tedium so stale
An uninteresting treadmill
And on it people fail
And cetaceans become ponderous
They really suffer so
Really in a rock pool,
And no one wants to know
They all get so dispirited
Their hopelessness we feel
Discountenanced
And crest fallen
Grim-visaged all for real
A grieving heart
Beats inwardly
It just should never be
The ordeal was tremendous
Disillusionment
For free
Annoying and truly painful
And troublesome to see
Suffering the vagaries of confinement
orca’s do
Feel wretched and melancholic
As does all their crew
A collapsed fin
Whines and clicks
A sharp fatigue or two
Spiritless and stoic
And all that’s said is true
It’s no wonder such frustration
Builds up from for what,to do
It’s no wonder that they
Lose their cool
And trouble does ensue
Trainers may get beaten
May get injured it’s for real
What we do to captive souls
They really cannot take
Their spring is wound so tightly
So Inevitably it does break