Preparations for the protest

I just checked all my batteries
And my megaphone sounds great
I have inflated my big dolphin
Who really cannot wait
My dolphin mask is by my bed
Reminding me he is there
And the placards are standing
Close by against a chair

So I am ready with my extra bits
And now its only me
Am I ready to go to London
And fight for their liberty
To stand there In All that traffic
And bellow out the stuff
Tell Japan to stop the slaughter
For we have had enough

Drive down use the hotel park
And walk across the street
Get a seat to sit on
To protect my aching feet
Charge up all my batteries
On my I pad and my phone
And get some memorable pictures
To use when I am alone

Standing on that pavement
In front of the embassy
Thats 101 to 104
in Piccadily
Lets encourage the horns to honk a bit
As they all go by
Stop the slaughter in the water
Thats to be our cry

The embassy is working
But we will try to make
Them realise we are out here
For the dolphins sake
They may be suffering in Taiji
But we will do so here
We will take it to them
And just draw out some fear

The dolphins in the water
The dolphins they will know
Our auric veil spreads over
The sky and they will grow
The chants the bells the whistles
All of them will come
The horns the sirens raging
And the sound of each drum

Those steel rods in their back bones
Wiggled for extra pain
And the wooden studs banged in hard
Without pain theres no gain
Thats their ugly mantra
What else can they do
But torture them and murder them
And turn the cove once blue

To crimson from their leaking bodies
Under the tarps they
Are being tortured being hammered
Made to fade away
Thats those they want for eating
The others are to be
Sold off to the highest bidder
Sea World perhaps we will see

Nearly 300 poems written about Japan
And its dark involvement
And no doubt its plan
To carry on the slaughter
The torture and some more
And to carry on the capture
And kind of just ignore

All of us protestors
But we are there to be
Heard and seen and noticed
At this point we are still free
Unlike our friends the dolphins
Who are made slaves to the men
Who will torture who will murder
Who will sell off really when

Someone makes them an offer
That they cannot take down
Then they are shipped to god knows where
Even to your town
Where ever there is a corrupt place
A circus or a tank
Taiji will send them to be tortured
YES Its Taiji you can thank