The Japanese need their eyes tested

The Japanese whale museum in
Taiji speaks to me
The dolphin it says on a board
Is the cockroach of the sea

This bringer of great light
To all the oceans that we see
Is more at home in the darkness
In the foul putridity

Scurrying from place to place
Carrying disease
Apparently this is the way
So say the Japanese

Let me add my understanding
Of the dolphin tribe
A source of light if anything
That’s how I’d describe

A luminary flashing through the surf
Below us they
Love to leap in sunlight
And in cold rainbows play

Intelligent beyond their race
Thoughtful to a tee
Caring of so many species
Helpful to they be

Friendly extra sensory
Perception in their sight
Psychical subliminal
And a consciousness so bright

Able to converse in many languages
For they
Work out their pod dialects
And use them come what may

Think about the cockroach
It’s value is that they
Are pretty well nigh perfect
In the light of day

They prefer the darkness
The heat the dirt the grime
They scurry in their diseased places
In fat and grease they climb

Miscreant’s that carry on
In crevices and places
Darkness is their master
It puts them through their paces

As for our friends the dolphins
It’s light that they enjoy
Well founded and well grounded
And certain to employ

A sixth sense and such sonar
A clairvoyance even they
Demonstrate their psychic skills
With their logical display

I can’t imagine any tribe less
Likened to each other
Than talking in the same breath
Of the dolphin and roach mother

They seem so many miles apart
But not to the Japanese
Who consider them as relatives
And relate to them with ease

Could this be the reason
Why their disrespect is high
Despite their training potential
And their flesh I wonder why

They torture them and slaughter them
With malice and such pain
And Taiji is a place that most
Who know treat with disdain

Their radiance is everywhere
Their vibrance in the sea
Pods of many relatives stay together
Free

Trusting and creative
Hunting as they do
Sharing snaring daring
Preparing worlds anew

Sensitive and thoughtful
Protective all the way
Loving of each other
Discovering each day

Playful and demonstrative
In everything they do
Demonstrating techniques
Clearly they are true

The Japanese to me today
I think have got it wrong
They want to eat the dolphins
They tHink that they belong

In the food chain sadly
And work out ways to fool
Calling on their emotions
Which they try to overrule

To take on tHeir sensibility
Their thoughtfulness their care
And reward them with the evil cove
And the tarps which they must share

The pithing tool the agony
And of course they are aware

They bleed out and they have to see
Their family members dying there

suffering terribly
They cry they shudder
Agony the sea runs oh so red
They drown there in each other’s blood
The pod goes down in horrid flames
In what is the great flood

The Japanese have fishermen
Working from Taiji
With a hatred for the dolphins
The wild souls of tHe sea

Jealous of their freedom
And their harshness they pass on
A pitilessness for earthlings
Until they all are gone

Tyrants in their capture boats
And they are austere
Intolerant and heavy handed
Instilling so much fear

They view with indignation
The cries from those who say
Leave the dolphin tribes alone
We remonstrate each day

To us they are never roaches
They are angels of the wild
Bohemian of character
Acting like a child

But being philosophical
And creative to a tee
Untrammelled and unshackled
Gypsies of the sea

Unhindered and unrestrained
Their freedom none can see
The Japanese alas for them
Have lost all lenity

They somehow have no clemency
Forbearance isn’t there
And The dolphins sadly take the wrath
Which I don’t think is fair