Why we should never farm salmon organically or otherwise

This is the height of arrogance
To take a wild game fish
That fights its way upstream to breed
That salmon some relish
This mighty marvellous miracle
and fascinating soul
Men decide to farm it
And somehow to control

Its most important urges
Instinctively inbred
To cram it, into a great cage
Where thousands then are fed
Huge numbers of them side by side
Attract sea lice of course
Why search the bloody ocean wide
When the tour de force

Is mosey over to that place
where thousands strut their stuff
And hang around consuming them
you just can’t get enough
And then disease and parasites
Have their own field day
The salmon are contained
within this soup, they can’t get away

For man has acted ignorantly
Has locked his charges where
He can and does control their lives
And bring them to despair
Feed them on unnatural coloured crap
Introduce the pharmaceuticals
And let them sap
The energy and the spirit
out of these brave fish
Whose flesh will have a rosy hue
Ready for the dish

Defending that investment
in the controlled way
Completely changing how the salmon
lives from day to day
That instinctive spark
That generates, its willingness to go
Back to where it began its life
To the actual spot you know

This intriguing spectacle is what
each Salmon does
It is infact an integral part
of what gives it that buzz
But Men replace that process
With the prison in the sea
Cramming more and more inside
Than there should ever be

Unthinking of the freedom
this mighty beast had known
Uncaring of its enviroment
How steadily it had grown
But however well its imprisoned
It did not occur to man
That the urge for freedom
far exceeds whatever man did plan

And so a lot escape this purgatory
and will mate
With all the wild creative ones
Who could control their fate
And by this inimical process
We are left, to berate
The arrogance a fore thought
For this greed they employed
Which may see the end of the truly wild
Which is hard now to avoid

Aquaculture introduced
to control
the natural flow
The organic movement also
sprang to life we know
Injected charitable gifts
Into the pot to help the cause
Creating brand new standards
And receiving some applause

But the public do not realise
For most, sadly don’t care
The fish won’t get a look in
They dont go anywhere
When vital sparks within them
Tell them its time to go
The organic mob
move in and they are dead
Before they know

Packed and processed
Certified, and sold at a premium price
But as to nature and the natural world
This movement wasn’t nice
And of course there will be comebacks
When every salmon born
Is inseminated artificially
None heed what I warn

Too star struck by the margins
And the market that does grow
To remember the wild salmon
We have violated so
Even those sweet organic fish
are in place
The need a of applications pesticides
to chase
Away the dreaded sea lice
that otherwise might grace
The bodies of these precious souls
Who roam the salty sea
Fed to standards, that is true
But they do not satisfy me