Slaves and captors

Short termism injustice misguided
All along
SEA WORLD and the other corporations
All are wrong
Their concern is profit
And the balance sheet thats all
Compassion and an empathy for life
Its not their achool

Of thought they are unseeing
Opionated grey suits
Unbending in the way
They operate with animals
Who are made to pay

The Orca and the Dolphin
Wild they are and they
Must only always be wild
Its what fills their day
Capturing them and enslaving them
In tanks is fearful and unjust
And doesnt warrant scrutiny
Although really we must

Brewers and theme park operators
Illogicality
And the Lack of basic knowledge
Just shows us how they be
Overly ruch and ignorant
And as greedy as the can be
Stealing wild created souls
From their place deep in the sea

Feeble and inconclusive
An over subtlety
They demonstrate a logic
That nobody else can see
They lie about their findings
Unenlightened as can be
They are smatterers and little else
Who diabolically

Take cetaceans from the ocean
And turn them into slaves
Really in the bath tub sense
Little watery graves
Dead fish fish diets chemicals
And just no where to go
They take advantage of them
Its all ti do wurh show

Their social life was ruined
Which cuts into their soul
Just instinctive programming
Every single goal
They ever had or thought about
Damaged by control
Destroyed thrown into chaos
And ever changing role

Frustration and the consciousness
They were born with hacked away
With lies and mindless intellect
Which leads to much dismay
The infinate space and boundlessness
Replaced by a watery sphere
That calls for repetition
And a chorus of fear

Their lives cut short imprisonment
And the multitude if crimes
The most unnatural living space
Redundant to the climes
Of tides and waves and flora
Of the zone where they should be
Captured and sent to a bath tub
To be laced with cruelty

The artificiality of chlorine and the rest
Dead fish laced with chemicals
It really is a test
For weakened souls to master
Lost in a maelstrom where
Their every move is monitored
By those so unaware

Its nothing to do with the orca’s
And its all to do with how
Profit can be turned over
And if course they vow
To cut costs ar ever corner
And increase their unpaid work
Its in the corners of their mind
Where the bloody demons lurk

The lifestyle create disequilibrium
Their sensitivity
Losing half their family members
Changes their destiny
They are vulnerable to changes
Over and away beyond
Their macrobiotic freedoms
Which are infact their bond

With SEAWORLD its the profit
Its the margin that they make
Its the mark up and the overheads
Its only take take take
Nothing to give freely
An intensity of mind
Wreaking havoc with their digestion
That is what we find

The cetaceans are just being made sicker
Than before
Cruelty thats what it is
Way outside the law
The customers kept ignorant
By the dietary regime
By continual over dosing
Listen hear them scream

Blue murder after performances
Uncovering whats true
Lack of natural surroundings
A bath tub with a view
Unstructured no kinetic force
Contained in a vast soup of death
With little at the source

Life’s a contradiction
A crossroads every day
All cetaceans suffer
Thete just is not a way
Freedom can be made to be
The light the way the dawn
Its suffering from birth to death
Animal life is torn

We have to feel for orca’s
Great pods who rule the seas
With their perceptivity
An impressionable ease
They were the experiment
The evidence is clear
They die on average every 13 years
Saud with a sign

Wildness brings its sensations
The evidence it shows
60 – 70 years alive
All part of the prose
An cons of their captuvity
Man’s arrgance can show
Their longevity affected
And we need them to grow

Wildness is the answer
The tank size far too small
It is in fact an insult for humnity
The role
of captor andof captured
Thecevidence is there
Non of it is hearsay
Which is why I share