Scallop wars

The beautiful scallops
The shells we know
That live their lives
In the sea below
One part coral
One part white
But disregarded and out of sight

Of the would be fishermen
The so called cooks
The wide consumers
The great cook books

Everyone wants them
They are on TV
Scallops for breakfast
Scallops for tea

And where do they come from
Nobody cares
Down on the sea bed
Saying their prayers

For the fisherman hordes
They draw their swords
French and britsh
Smoke bombs to the fore
They argue the toss
And go to war

But few are aware
Of down below
where their bloody dredgers go
A whole new world
Of living souls
Creative beings
With special roles
Lots of young fish
Will be big one day
But not if the fisherman
Get their way

Dredge up everything
Kill it all
Creativity
Too much to call
Murder and mayhem
Down below
Where life goes on
But they dont know

Its called the sea bottom
Or the bed
Alive with creatures
And then all dead
And why is this
Creativity
Miraculous life
Why cant it be?
Cos We want scallops
For our tea
Fuck everything else
What they cant see

They won’t care about anymore
They don’t know about natural law
Nobody cares not any more
If your not in the limelight
Not on the shore
Not in the papers
Or on facebook
Nobody gets THAT second look.

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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