Beluga’s to Georgia Aquarium Atlanta

We have been imprisoned
in a ghastly filthy soup
swept up in a tidal wave
of humans in the loop
lacking all compassion
they thrust us in this tank
to witness so much boredom
and the smell that is just rank
no plant life and no depth to speak of
just this chlorinated crap
nothing swimming in this broth
it does bloody sap
our energy, our confidence
our spirit and the woe
it gets into our bodies
and it fucking will not go

we are social souls
we communicate unlike most of you
if you are not wired up to your PC
you dont know what to do
but we are wild we sing we are
the canaries of the sea
but there’s nothing we can sing about
tortured constantly
we can’t swim to the deep dark depths
no squid or living fish to see
no ice no darkness nothing real
thats the way it has to be
and now we hear you want us too
be shipped across all the way to you

please leave us be, it isn’t fair
We just dont want to be there
another tank another place
honest you are a disgrace
humans you are a selfish lot
we are not slaves
tell us what
you expect from us, we are wild, yes wild
not some tiny little child
who you can tell just what to do
we’re wild we’re prisoners and it won’t do

you were created and so were we
we were wild thats what we should be
not tanked up in a bowl of stew
gawped at by people who want to screw
us into a corporate industry
that is not where we should be
Aquariums are just not on
Beluga’s need now to be gone
back into the arctic waste
under the ice where we have raced
for centuries before you came
and tried to make us all the same

we are not objects for you to rule
where’s your compassion
we’re not your fool
we think and we feel and we care and we know
the tank is not the place to go
we need the ocean the blue cold sea
we need the ice and the current free
we need the light we need the waves
we need the air thats what saves
us from madness we need to be
wild and going where we like
we need to be free

for 7 years some of us here
have languished in this tank of fear
our hearts are weary from the strain
our bodies racked with growing pain
you are killing us with bondage and
dont you fucking understand?
are you as selfish its all about dosh
actually that doesn’t wash
we are wild we have the right
to be in the creative light

So put your cheques books
put them away
and find some compassion for just a day