Butchering is their business

look at him
Look at her
A great big spear
Stabbing dolphins
Exciting fear

Not long before
The ocean welcomed
Them and they
Thrill seekers and light bearers
Leaped through the rainbow spray

Caught up in the banging pipes
Their sonar lost and taut
Driven hard into Taiji
Well and truly caught
Entrance the sick butchers
Carving is his game
Slicing all the dolphins
Up

Onlookers hearts aflame

Bleeding out and sorrowful
The pod is dying here
A blood bath in a tiny pen
Releasing all that fear

This ninja clad in ebony
His leathers make him feel
Warrior like but he’s a coward
A selfish fool for real
Slicing up the dying
Who lament and cry away
Bleeding turning the cove red
Today is a red day

With sea world in the back
In pink
Smiling ear to ear
What a bunch of sorry folk
Who suddenly appear
Photoshopped she could be
Why otherwise. Would she
Be sort of surfing in among the dead
So causally