Tilikum SEAWORLD I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL

There was never an undertaking
From the Human beings who
came an took me prisoner
And were negative all through
We were a pod of visonaries
In a great ocean of blue
Undying in our principles
Of always being true

The bedrock of our being
Was the realism we
Were placed upon this planet
Our quest in life to be free
We were our own masters
For perpetuity
A family of predators
Our true philosophy

Physical and tangible
Our ethos was to be
Actually the lifes blood
Of the pod eventually
And now we had been captured
The human tribe engaged
In slaughtering and capturing
Their evil off the page

That moment I was captured
Stolen from my mother
The stench of human ugliness
Unlike any other
Hostility and repugnance
Discordant and vile
I remember when they touched me
With the bitterness of bile

Unfeeling and irregular
Falling short of true
Malevolent intentions
Really clueless to
Our real sensitivity
An Indescribable touch
Excessive and unconscionable
They didnt care much

They were the supreme beings
Pre-eminently so
We clearly the subordinates
Unprepared and low
To have lost the air of dignity
To have suffered as we did
To have really lost our connectedness
It would be our bid

To somehow get away from this
Abduction and return
I felt an eternal rupture
As my heart began to burn
Three decades of disruption
My life made incomplete
Every hour of every day
Recurring thoughts did unseat

My mind and my life force
They were blatantly unfair
They were slovenly and unruly
And totally unaware
I was in pure turmoil
In disoder and disarray
Unorganized and chaotic
This was just no way

To treat any animal
But me an Orca who
Was lost without my mother
Thinking what now could i do
Dumped into a concrete pond
Of chlorinated stew
The stench was very frightening
The walls were painted blue

There was no depth to speak of
And the other Orca’s they
Didnt speak my language
And attacked me everyday
This tank was dead just chemicals
No plant life nothing living
What was this stunt
I couldnt hunt
Nobody was giving

Anything to me I had to work
Do tricks and be
Subservient and hopeless
To get food and tragically
The food it came in buckets
Rancid or frozen cold
No natural living juices
I was never sold

On this grade of nutrition
Doctored with their pills
That played havoc with my digestion
And gave me the chills
The same old rotten fish we got
Every single day
No variety to speak of
Beggars in every way

Depression was my only thought
I cried much of the time
Aching from the cruelty
And the fishy slime
Left in the buckets in the sun
My skin sun burned as hell
No depth to hide from the suns hot rays
I was beginning to smell

Being cooked alive in fact
Damaging my skin
Often I was raked and bleeding
And they painted me
Such sin
These corporate workers lied to
The audience as well
We were given slops to eat
Our life on earth was hell

To die perchance to escape it all
This offensive place
Most of the trainers were off the rails
It was their disgrace
A dark and dismal environment
Our life aborted by
The bloody corporate doctrine
Where no one could rely

On even a stroke of pity
Or kindness or belief
They stole my sperm
They fed me badly
There was never any relief
When I killed that women
And others who came by
I blamed them for my misery
That was really why

And now i really needed to get
Out of their way
To die to try just kind of lie
On the bottom so to say
Suicide was inevitable
A moment more for me
Was unthinkable to contemplate
I trust that you will see

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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