Silver

How the world is changing

underneath the sea

clearly it is dying

and the dolphins tenderly

work their pods across the world

great families after all

until they get near to Tai Ji

then up against the wall

of sound

those pipes

those pithing rods

those heartless fishermen

who take their boats

out to the swell

the music up to 10

sending dolphins crazy

hounding them for hours

driving them into the cove

with  their deceitful powers

and when selfishly sorted

a few sold off to go

to aqua parks around the world

to entertain and show

the rest will all be murdered

cut down in their prime

sliced up till they bleed out

and drown out in their chyme

slaughtered in these roped off pools

where violent nasty sordid fools

stick their spears in

and watch them spew

blood red streams as dolphins do

shaking really out of fright

the sea runs red

it does to tonight

strips of sinew

torn away

agony is the price they pay

one such dolphin shone so bright

silver coloured

and one side white

a scimitar a flash of steel

leapt up and over the corks for real

terribly brave and on his way

out of the killing zone  they say

out to sea where the mermaids ply

in their coral realms under the sky

to join a pod of others who

stay well away from  what Taiji do

the stabbing blabbing grabbing way

of capturing souls that come their way

no mercy shown

no none at all

enslave them

and restrain and trawl

cut them to ribbons

watch them shake

hear their screams

as their lives they take

the silver dolphin

got away

to hopefully live another day

to guide the others clean away

from the blue cove

thats Taiji they say

here is a legend in the making

the silver dolphin

was seen taking

other dolphins off and out

so as not to join the rout

extrication

let them be

far away from old Taiji

where the murdering fishermen

like to see them in a pen

sentiment is running high

in the coves under the sky

the japanese flag

its ball of blood

no sun dares shine

on this crimson flood

on this heartache

all can feel

the activists

make their appeal

sea shepherds flag

flies high today

as the silver dolphins get away

their dulcet clicks

their ocean song

leaping over the waves a throng

of joyful souls bewitched and fast

whose blessedness is just one blast

with their sentient sonar

they can see right through objects

and they be

able to sense and realize

the disillusionment in our eyes

the sadness that activists feel

when the cove runs red

from the lives they steal