TAIJI (TAIJI and injustice)

The end is a slow one
Lamentable too
As the fishermens temper
Rises so who
Can watch this vile bloodbath
And identify
With the crossed arms and defiance
Of the Japanese guy

With his beard and his anger
It’s no game at all
They are trying to test us
Making the call
But as onlookers really
We must look away
The carnage is evil
Out there in the bay

Thrashing in the water
Insanity rules
Psychopathy follows
This palette of fools
Wrestling and pithing
And stomping on cries
Watch the pulsating
Of the dolphin guys

Then comes the frothing
And all the blood stew
Shinzo abi can say what he likes
But we do
Hate and resent him
For what his men do
In the name of tradition
His cultural crew

From the edge of beyond
To the torpor of death
As the innocent Angels
Fight for their breath
That Japan now steals from them
As the mortified wait
Upside down in the ruinous
Compass of fate

They were all fervent travellers
Dreaming their dreams
Caught up in the maelstrom
It’s more than it seems
In the momentum
That is TAIJI
The suffering and crying
Comes home to thee

In the soup of resentment
This cycle of death
With the wisdom of helplessness
Fighting for breath
The prophet can look on
And experience soul
It’s no game I promise
It’s a loss of control

Its lunacy actually
All that we see
The mans crossed arms
And Shinzo Abi
An ugly picture
That tears at the soul
That fights with the spirit
And bysteria’s role

It’s delusional fervour
No fortune can come
To the total destruction
Of probably some
Of the very most beautiful
The very most pure
Drawn into this hell hole
By a capital lure

An explosion of Crimson
A bubbling broth
The cries of the vanquished
The death and the froth
As existence is leaving
The statement we hear
Is the greatest forewarning
Of the ultimate fear

A lasting suggestion
A burning idea
The ugliest fate
That silence that’s near
To breaking point actually
Down in the bay
As hearts begin popping
And the sweet victims