Captured from the Nikolaya Gulf in Russia

Through subliminal manifestations

am able to bring

to the world of the human

a message

the thing

that bothers us really

is capture is wrong

its is peevish and tragic

and has been all along

terrible trauma for Orca’s

for we

are masters of disguise

within the salt sea

the ocean we live in

is vast and is where

we experience wonders

that humans can’t share

they do not imagine

the beauty we know

and tanking us up

in a miniature show

goes against all of Nature

the gods too are peeved

nobody realized

neither believed

that humans were this sad

were this selfish and

would not try to capture

and bring us to land

But we two are the latest

since 2002

15 bold soldiers

have come from the blue

we are the last

we shall  become slaves

we will, miss our families

and the watery graves

the tanks full of  death

will be where we shall go

life has no meaning there

some of you know

the film that your warriors made

recently

of blackfish

showed us in good light

thankfully

the great sea of Ohkotsk

is our breeding ground

its a beautiful place

and there in the sound

in the darkness below

is shared world,its where

we have our  life

nothing to compare

the dullness already

seeps into our soul

the heaviness out of the sea

does control

the dreariness circles us

the drabness does too

a banality surfaces

all down to you

uninteresting leaden and stale

boring and irksome

it sickens the whale

the vile repetition

the monotony

it alters perceptions

how could you agree?

you are not made as we’re made

and one day

when your science has reached

the future you’ll say

how thoughtless you were

to have captured us, and

tried to establish

and to understand

we see all the myriad beauty around

discovering life forces

that do abound

we are the masters of ocean and we

know currents and we know

much of the sea

the hideousness of the tanks

all so bare

we, living gargoyles

expected to share

the odious concrete

oft pained blue

you deal in pictures

we deal in whats true

you deal in lies

our truth is here

its so inartistic

and fills us with fear

its ludicrous really

how simple you are

in the great play of life

that you are the star

in fact you are basic

your brains are so small

the intricate passages

haven’t the call

on humanity really

on Nature for you

have moved into cruelty

and warring,    a few

of you know us and care

but its only a few

the rest are mere killers

blood spillers who do

devious traumatic things

to us, and

its something of course that we do

understand

but its low life its commonplace

in lower orders

and you seem to imagine

that you are the hoarders

just by our capture

imprisoning us

you have a power over

and you discuss

and disgust us

for truthfully

your power is small

vulgar and unrefined

really thats all

you living with hopelessness

and despondency

you are deafeatist’s

as we can all see

ill omened driven to utter despair

such trepidation

its just always there

we are now languishing

in the Far East

of Russia

somewhere

that we like least

we hope that you can

win our freedom again

our nefarious captors

showed how insane

they are how aggressive

when there was no need

for we remain humble

resigned when we bleed

we are your friends

for earthlings are we

we share the bounty

thats out there

we see

more than just things

for  infinite worth

doesn’t have boundaries

on this great earth

in this great ocean

devotion to cause

is the concept of truth

thus the ask

is you pause

stop capturing wild souls

remember your place

fill your minds with the positive

and give due grace

to all living creatures

whether big or small

for we all are part

of what made us all