Wild and farmed salmon

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 decides 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,and they do pay

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 in fact 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 environt
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 did 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 don’t 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 organic fish
in their organic place
get their share of 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 is so bad actually

And in Canada and elsewhere
diseases are now rife
pappy heart and other problems
yes of course the strife
andit affect wild and farmed species
its not normal too
farm wild fish and profiteers
will suffer for they do

draw in so much arrogance
and omit the natural state
they just see dollars in the bank
for them that’s all that’s great
but Nature has a way of fighting back
and they will see
that all that work they thought was good
will come back on them and be

worse than they imagined
dead fish everywhere
the supermarkets will be selling the disease
and you will share
the evils of the economy
and international trade
when the world wakes up
it will be too late
on all your heads its laid

pollution from the fish farms
is awesome its so bad
and wild fish swimming through that soup
soon know they’ve been had
they will not make their spawning grounds
for its virulent and sick
they will all die before they’ve laid their eggs
Nature doesn’t miss a trick

The bears the eagles the indigenous
will miss out on the catch
that is something once again
the profiteers can’t match
but the knock on effect of all of that
brought on by man’s intent
on profit in the short term
was never heaven sent