Taiji 3 protest day

There was a lone photographer

who apparently came from Japan

he   was looking towards us

and with his Iphone he began

taking lots of photographs

his expression was dead pan

I wondered how he felt about it all

what was his plan

 

I was using the megaphone

and leading those around

and he was taking pictures

and monitoring the sound

Shame on you I cried out

Japan, Shame on you

it must have kind of spooked him

for he looked pale in my view

 

I kind of stopped to imagine

if I was the Japanese

probably I would be

feeling wobbly at the knees

I mean to say they think of me

and of my country,and  I

feel just a bit uneasy

that these dolphins have to die

 

Clearly they are hurt about it

and, they feel sincere

the fishermen of Taiji

I would  not say they were clear

on how the world looks at them

and exactly what they do

under the tarps in Taiji

and out into the blue

 

as the blood turns the sea red

as the dolphins perish slow

in the agony that we have led

the wide public to know

hanging and always banging

and then the killing spike

each to his own

its what they’ve known

but its clear they do not like

 

the pressure and the strain of it

its never culture nor tradition

involving heinous pain

for them

and so he, on his mission

 

he perched himself upon that middle strip

for quite a while

he must have taken lots of shots

at 50,all his guile

was not particularly expressive

to me he seemed opposed

really to what I was saying

although  equally closed

 

was he an opportunist

stumbled on it all

working for a paper

the pictures he could call

off onto his cyber space

perhaps to Tokyo

give the people just a  taste

of the Taiji “seaworld” show

 

and watching quietly as they go

up up and  on their crane they go

up on to a high wet truck

being shipped to god knows where

don’t talk to me of luck

 

 

transferred from the  azure sea

onto a sling it seems

to be a nightmare for them

all their inner screams

are taken on board by us

we watch them as they fly

imagining their misfortune

and their grief that some may die

 

and all these thoughts

are captured in the faces of those who

came to give their protests

to those,         embassy crew

who ventured out to see us

heads down shoulders low

clearly from their body language

they don’t want to know

 

clearly they feel embarrassed

for them a loss of face

where is this place called Taiji

how come its a disgrace

 

their country

people shouting it

the name of course Tai ji

it clearly means a lot to them

they feel it earnestly

 

he carried on his photographs

then packed up, and he was gone

where he came from no one knows

a journalist, a con

 

artist who can tell us

no one else there does

know who half the photographers were

some seemed very professional

long lenses that infer

 

at least they were well on the ball

and so we carried on

giving them some welly

until our voice was gone

 

then we, picked up our Dolphins

and we just peeled away

went into the park to sit

and heard some people say

 

really what is it about

where is this Taiji

we will have too google it

so really that was key

 

in the grass there were the crocus

random they grew here and there

a bit like the people who just came together

the experience they did share

 

the whistles the voices

each had their choices

each motivated to come

and join in the laughter

the sadness it all

and peel off really as some

 

did and we did around

quarter to four

deflated our dolphins

and caught

a taxi to somewhere to pick up our car

each of us 

deep now in thought

 

the crocus had slept through the winter

and each of them burst into light

some would get trodden on

some would be broken

and some would appear

well just right

 

people like us, we realized we

can make a difference to those

who are broken and spoken

and left in the cove

where actually only a handful now knows

 

about them the dolphins who come from Taiji

compared to the world

just a few see

just a few know what is happening there

and just a few happen

to end their despair

 

some will see crocus

some will not see

but we saw them both

and left happily

 

 

 

 

 

 

selling prettu DOLHINS

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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