Wild organic salmon no such thing!

In the rivers
Can you hear them?
Their voices really are
Unmistakable
They are indeed
the star
Performers, as they leap
Up stream
Their sinews aching so
A natural sat nav in their brains
For they know  where to go
Up sheer rocky inclines
Breathtaking faith leaps high
They wont stop until they reach
Their river in the sky
Boldness just epitomizes
How this fish can play
And ending up in plastic
On a supermarket tray
To my mind is a complete waste
Of life and surely we
Will weaken the whole species
Its just a tragedy

For all its past experiences
Lost in the mists of Time
This fighting soul
loses control
and coconut and lime
Festoon its pallid body
Profit comes to those
Who slaughtered it and butchered
it, underneath our nose
No reproduction possible
The natural way no more
Farming the Wild Salmon
Is a step too far for sure

And calling it organic
What arrogance is that
A compromise thats all it is
And the head goes to some cat
The Salmon that true warrior
Locked in our dungeons they
Will live just like caged
creatures
For alas that is our way
Nervous full of latent fear
Fed with what has been
Prescribed or certified this year
For we now set the scene
The new gods live in Bristol
and Brussels, and dictate
The new rules of succession
That I feel I must berate
In the rivers you can hear them
Their voices are so loud
Farm them at your peril
And feed them to the crowd