A sort of Metempsychosis now in Taiji

Rippling waters
The Pilots at peace
huddled together
a calming release
its all kind of eerie
its all feeling sad
that the Japanese
Fishermen
seem rather bad
The cove at Tai ji
where the sea will
run red
where tomorrow these
beautiful souls
will be dead
and the Japanese
Fishermen
they are dead too
their emotions
non existent
so what can we do?
their diets are poor
and polluted as Hell
their judgement so shot away
nothing does jell
their arrogance
now has forced them to do this
all brought about by
metempsychosis