35 years in our tank of doom
In what has become her lifeless tomb
Plucked out of the ocean
Where life began
In a malevolent conscienceless
Evil plan
It was never prudent
Our sinfulness ranks
Our wickedness brought up
So many blanks
Critically endangered
To think, that we
Created a hell Broth
of illegality
Shameful we were
Our unpardonable wrong
And so unrepentant
Hopeless all along
And what seems an atonement
Blood money in fact
Is more purgatory
How can she react
It seems apologetic
And conciliatory
But it’s really punitive
If you ask me
We shut out her sunlight
A criminous act
Our illicit behaviour
A matter of fact
The great record keeper
Humanities guide
An incorruptibility
And playful side
Really our unworthiness
Our true disdain
We underrated
dear Lolita’s pain
We humiliated
Her
Just couldn’t see
Were so cavalier
Un flatteringly
And now 35 years on
Try to extricate
Ourselves from the menacing
And propagate
Hope and a feeling
A heedfulness where
Lolita may second guess
Whether it’s fair
The staleness, the drabness
The banality
The tedious, the colourless
Why has it to be
So irksome the great repetition
And strife
The treadmill existence
Of profit for life
Just remorse and regret
A deplorable state
As the years have passed by
At an alarming rate
A sort of melancholia
An earnestness too
Defeated and despondent
With so little to do
Only humans can be this despicable and other humans go to see it – when is the earth going to realise that ALL wild animals should be in the wild, not in a wire or glass cage for our entertainment.
An orca has the whole sea to travel in and meet up with her family and friends, not kept in solitary confinement – WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE LIKE THAT?????
Of course not I write to try and prevent this a my poems go worldwide and i write every day you can see almost 5000 poems in less than 3 years and I send them again and again so it helps thanks for your comments I appreciate them very much and that you stopped by to share them with me x