Angels

We all are aspiring angels
The seraphs the cherubs the saints
Fighting the princes of darkness
Who reside in the place
That now paints
Its images over the ocean
With its sky blue and bright yellow boats
Delving into the migratory paths
With its banging poles and chaotic notes

A cove running blue
A picturesque view

Barbed wire and tarps we can see
This is Japan whose pitiful plan
Is to murder the Dolphins who be

Coming through their coastal waters
Pods of them joyful with play
Mothers and daughters
Fathers and sons
This is the natural way

Out go the pipes and the chaos begins
Heartless and broken exhibiting sins
Not from their fathers but from their own lust
Blood swilling fisherman how they disgust
They murder the babies I just cant believe
What is it really that they can achieve
By being so vile and by being so sick
But they are abysmal they don’t miss a trick

Or so they think making money they are
Corrupting those countries some of them far
Away from Japan with aqua parks too
Who can’t hear the screams and what does ensue
They don’t see the waters changing to red
They cant wait to pay and get into bed
With these murdering butchers they cant wait to be
Close up and dirty with those from Taiji

The animal rights angels thankfully know
And the cove guardians are bound to show
Celestial spirits and far reaching thoughts
Nullify all of what they call their sports
Their tradition their vileness their evil refrain
Their culture and tradition its gone down the drain
Their retribution is coming they will see
The Natural World can be retaliatory
Winds can get stronger thunder can roll
The sea can get rougher on those without soul