The share price it is falling
On Sea Worlds world today
People coming through the turnstiles
Should be turned away
This mob are passed their sell by date
Keeping killer whales in tanks
And milking them of their semen
And filling up their banks
What diabolical bad taste
Ill breeding from the staff
Unseemliness personified
They are having a laugh
Or they think they are
When in point of fact really what they do
Is bloody well excite him
These clueless morons who
Are told to by the Sea World
The management of doom
The larcenists and baby killers
Load stones in them the gloom
Has followed all these rotten men
Who take their rabid fight
To Tilikum and make him see
That what they have done is right
His whole world has been torn to bits
On the highway he lies
Fighting for a breath of air
Thats about the size
His whole life since he was captured
And incarcerated by
The fiends who see their share price
Falling, and say they don’t know why
Its contemptible behaviour
Its a counsel of despair
How Tilikum has taken it
Its just terribly unfair
They have stretched the point
Ridiculously
Kidnapped him they did
And that has affected all of them
Really such a bid
Every single killer whale
Would have suffered because of that
It was absolutely hopeless
They knew where he was at
In some tiny rotten tank
With all the wrath and pain
With all the fear and the loneliness
Which must have become his bane
It just gives me the shivers
Knowing his suffering will
Bring him so much torment
And probably soon kill
This cetacean isn’t making out
He is being killed each day
A little by a little
Which bring all this dismay
To every protestor anywhere
Who has followed his demise
His torture all those sodding tricks
Played out under the skies
Then chained up a gate system
That stays his fins as he
Is lying being bitten by
Mosquito’s merrily
Sucking blood a plenty
And passing in the pain
Passing on the evil
A life spent and in vain
And all now down to Sea world
Murderers who do
Combine their corporate talents
For entering the blue
For acting as if they own him
This killer whale they call
tilikum who must by now
Be going up the wall
Fed on assorted dead fish
As smelly as can be
Laced with certain chemicals
To dumb him seems to me
With an apparent indifference
Uncaring to be sure
Unresponsive to his calling
And their anger and some more
He is floating on the surface
Bobbing too and fro
As sick as any Orca can be
And we all do know
He is suffering as are Sea World
No emotions though
Its their share price that is falling
We are committed now to show
The giants just how powerful
Protesting is these days
Just because so many are dumbed down with a malaise
It doesn’t mean that all of us
Are as daft as SEA Worlds clan
We can think and are on the brink
Of setting in forth our plan
3 trainers are now dead and gone
The cash cow he fought back
Neglected and abused for years
And he took lots of flack
He clearly hated all the tricks
No rest for him alas
And so many they took umbrage
Screaming there en masse
And NOw Sea World is smarting
From the share price fall for they
Are talking about building
Huge monster ponds they say
Lots of piles of money
To throw it all the way
Really all the sweet notes
From here to mandalay
And they expect his gratefulness
Unmindful in their way
There is a right and a wrong way
And he is seeing it today
Their birthright is their wonderment
Their dueness is their score
He has suffered miserably
Like no Orca before
Despite countless tweets and face book enquiries
No word from them Sea World or on google or anywhere else
Lots of stories lots of lies but no truths yet
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.