How were we raised And what difference it makes

Cristina Zenato
As women go she does
Portray the angel logic
The caring sharing buzz
anyone can see it
Can feel it
In how she
Can give her love and
Honour to the sharks
All wild and free

How the hell does she do it
She understands their need
She was born in the wilderness
That’s why she can succeed
She understands predation
A godly gift which they
Possess which is all positive
On any given day

Human beings
Believe
in their weird
Misunderstanding
that they
Have the right to enter realms
On any given day
Many do not know the ocean
Many do their thing
spear fishing
Go after the sharks food
And some pay
And that does bring

The hunters, men or women
To Talk up conservation
They haven’t got a bloody clue
About the true salvation
They falsely arm themselves
Ungodly practice to be sure
And moan and groan
When it goes wrong
And many more ignore
That she is
A real women
Caring and sharing, She
A matriarch who comes to nurse
Protected by the sea
She has the right clothing
Her energy is true
And sharks can work it out
What she now tries to do

Help them in their purgatory
Hooks stuck in their gut
Imagine how that agony
It’s open and shut
Every time they feed themselves
The hook barb really hurts
And she is the bold angel
And With her magic she exerts
A force field of awareness
The reflex of what’s true
She basically can calm them
Because, she wants to

Respect for those now suffering
And not an ounce of fear
No negative responses
That must now be clear
Her experience from growing up
Alongside wildness taught
That consciousness apparent
It’s the resonance of thought

Unlike the jingoism
The hunting women who
Dress up in their camouflage
And are there to view
They do give off fear
And compromise
conservation
They
Talk up their excuses
And call the friends their prey

Go on social media
Made up to the tee
Posing with a freshly murdered
Animal, born free
It now lies in contortion
Ripped from gods earth they
These conservation seekers
Their pants on fire today
They need the taxidermy
To take a body part
Back home to confirm their power
Of course minus their heart

“Jaws” the novel set a searching
Souls just everywhere
Seeing a fin break surface
The fear and the despair
Of course it’s strong and purposeful
The shark is bound to try
And bite the butt that’s after him
Which is really why

Cristina has befriended them
And the news spreads like wild fire
She loves the species and understands them
And she is no liar
No need for excuses
She is their to care
She is there to offer love
And make them all aware

Broken lines and tackle
Violent barbs that tear
She is there to remove them
She is there to share
To care to love to help them
That’s conservation she
Sees that everyone has a real place
And needs to be

Living where god put them
It’s not for man to choose
Who he kills or who she kills
That is shocking news
Abuse on any scale
Is wrong
And Cristina she is true
The sharks all love her
Of course it’s clear
Which is why the want to

Be around her

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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