Personal note to the councillors of BROOME in WA

Paradise is yours I hear
Beaches and seas
And skies all clear
Wildlife yours
To ofcourse adore
Whale watching
The tourist flock
For sure

Cetacean spirits
And energy
Part and parcel
Of a balanced sea
Of life itself in all its forms
And tourists come
And your aura warms

Their hearts
Which is where memories lie
Between the sea
And the beautiful sky
The sunlit coral
The pearls you grow
Its Paradise as well you know

But far away a sinister place
Its in Japan
Where again you grace
Them with a positive energy
You actually sister
With yes TAIJI

Giving them credence
For what they do
So hypocritical
Thats my view
Encourage whale watchers
Back home in Broome
Whilst in Taiji
Create a tomb

Drive fishing violence
That we see
Whole pods of dolphins
In Taiji
Tortured their loyalty
You take hold
With the banging boats
A hundred fold

Blood and guts
Strewn around the shore
Mothers and fathers
And more and more
Aunties and uncles and grand folk too
Are slaughtered they are pithed to death
So you

Can choke on the blood
Of the cetacean clan
And babies are taken
And many can
Be taken back as shark bait they
In the arms of the angels
Perhaps decay

Imagine their pain
Their tortured state
Taken from their mothers
Such a fate
Seeing their brothers and sisters die
Its enough to mortify

And you BROOME you are sisters to
TAIJI Really for what they do
Pithing is a torturous way
To die that steel rod does display
A hideousness a forbidding role
In killing a creature
With far more soul
Than any of you
You can never aspire
To the pain I FEEL
From your wretched fire

And then the enslavement of the pretty souls
Sold to the arrogant
Ignorant trolls
With pleasure parks and hotel pools
Beautiful dolphins
Where chlorine rules
Where a bloody bath tub really is all
These ocean goers have to haul
Their rapidly tortured bodies through
Filthy water paid for by you

You give your name to the killers
They kill more and more
And everyday
The blood soaked waters
And sinew show
Its all now filmed
And Of course we know
But you in BROOME
So far away
In Paradise
Oh yes you stay
Giving credence to the devils who
Walk in the shadow
Thanks to you

Ignorant tourists
Clearly they
Go out whale watching
And to you they say.
How wonderful it is to be
In Broome whale watching constantly
But tragically they dont know the score
What you are backing
On another shore
Your disregard for cetaceans you
Are condoning the slaughter
Thats what you do
Two faced hypccrites
Whose deceit
Is rewarded on your balance sheet
But I promise you
In the scheme of things
Few of you will find the wings

Of the dolphin families
That have become
Angels yes angels some
But those who know
Are truthfully numb
Of how you can sink
To such depths and be
Supporting the terrible
Vile TAIJI.

SENT TO BROOME AND TO AUSTRALIAN NEWSPAPERS