Taiji protest in London

A swathe of feeling

came together

so enchanted was its cause

The innocent

all of the those angels

The dolphin tribe

who often pause

sailing on Pacific ardour

acrobatics their desire

every one distinctly noble

in the face of storm or fire

the hearts and minds

all came together

yesterday in London Town

Piccadilly stood  resplendent

at the protest going down

whistles chanting

such excitement

many hundreds stood outside

the japanese embassy

swathed in plastic

but nobody could have denied

the throng were clearly showing anger

at the people of Tai ji

at the way they trap and murder

dolphin angels in the sea

the infamous cove

runs red we’ve seen it

as family members shriek

and die

tortured by the pipes of mayhem

and of course we all ask why

the blubber laced with radiation

mercury and PCB’s

such an awesome toxic cocktail

swallowed by the Japanese

who tend to give it to their children

what a gift and how they err

all this slaughter in the water

and for some reason,fail to stir

we see the silver sleek creation

perfect in so many ways

torn a’sunder by the thunder

really a monstrous malaise

coming together in the sunshine

whistles blowing

hearts on fire

shame on Japan

for so called culture

which sees murder, now most dire

bloody hands

raised up and ready

for the tumult all could feel

such enchantment from the music

heartfelt wisdom raining real

pearls of wisdom

from each mantra

collectively voices were heard

rising above the london traffic

you could hear just every word

klaxons, sirens, drums and whistles

magically turned each refrain

into what was serious music

a journey through each

Dolphin’s pain

The embassy was cloaked

in shadows

its negativity hung low

boarding up their inner doorways

from what was, our combined glow

we came in peace

though there was anger

at the obvious mistrust felt

on the pavement in the sunshine

many souls had clearly knelt

all our thoughts were

on those dolphins tricked and tortured

in the sea

under tarps where evil pirates

tore their hearts out violently

the cove runs red with gore and sinew

the torture goes on many days

held in pens to await their slaughter

really in the worlds sad gaze

all of us who chanted wildly

felt the significance of its chant

it was heartfelt and our anguish

likened to a tiny plant

in a forest fire a blanket

moves across the dark terrain

and rips the heart out of those saplings

sharing their collective pain

and we who came together felt that

shared the agony of our friends

pods and pods of  child like beings

and that woeful spirit that transcends

all creation of those moments

an epiphany was felt by all

our collective spirit rose and savoured

the splendour of the warriors call

Taiji has to realise now

their infamy is known by those

watching in the skies above them

and the strength of feeling grows