Skyla the Orca

Father. Tilikum

Mother. Kalina

Born at SEA World ORlando

Died at LORO PARQUE Tenerife

11/3/2021

This is a message to the great Humane World
To the Sea World spectacular
Where I was hurled
Into an existence
Into a tub
Not a sea or an ocean
That was the rub
In the wrong direction
Orlando yes where
The big corporation
Tells us how fair
They are holding Killer Whales
In a blue tank
Full chlorination
That really is rank

For two years I stayed there
And then off to Loro Parque
No sea or Ocean to leave my mark
The great artificial loud music and more
The stench of the chemicals
And more and more
Human involvement
What we eat, what we do
Captives man unkind
Where our dreams won’t come true
We succumb to experiments
Everyday
Annus horribles
Whatever we say

A sea of troubles
Adversity
Deterioration
And rapidly
As female Orca’s
Our lifespan should be
At least 80 years
But stuck here actually
We all are sicker
Mentally so
Where theres no life
And no where to go

No living plant life
No coral enclaves
No living fishes
These shit holes
Are graves
Inflexibility
What we have here
Fed on iced fish
Often stinky its clear

Pumped full of drugs
By arrogant fools
And all of the visitors
Between these walls
We are the Orca Nation of the sea
The killer whales
And frightfully
We are the kingpins
But here in this pool
We are the victims
Yes one and all

I have a great friend
Who says she loves me
Her name in English it is Kimberly
She makes films about us
And on facebook she
Tells the world all about us
For us she is key

Spreading the knowledge
Giving us care
Many more of you
We know Are aware
As for for the sea world
Cretins they be
Making a killing from others
Like me

17 years
A baby in fact
Captivity killed me
How I react
Now in the spirit world
What I can say
In these giant ponds
All of us pay
The piper with illness
With shortened lives, we
Suffer each hour of each day
Constantly
The chemicalisation
Affects our eyes
Our skin and our throats
No matter our size
We need the oceans
To swim far and deep
In this wretched tank
What we do reap

Is terrible sadness
A mentality
We are wild mammals
With true industry
Slapped in a glass tank
And gawped at all day
Fed on dead fish
Yes its us on display

Its mortifying
Being coerced
Being constrained
I dont know whats worse
The total ignorance
And arrogance too
We are forced to be passive
And pliant
A few
are and the rest of us
We lose all joy
We just acquiesce
We let them employ
All sorts of trickery
Drugs yea we do
All of them scumbags
And you all know thats true

Jools Claudia, Kimberly, Sharon
And Nicki so many
Out there on facebook
Writing away
Doing us proud
We thank you we do
For being outstanding
And part of our crew

Who support our captors
Who shorten our lives
We the performers
We know their knives
Are out for us daily
Profiting
they
On our awful misery
Day after day