Whale angels perish to test evil sonar weapons

You sacrifice angels so demons

can flourish which is unsound thought

for its them that do live in the ocean

in essence their swimming is caught

up in the power struggle coming

lambs to the slaughter it seems

they have their paths which they follow

there’s are the paths to their dreams

the navy is haunting their air space

with sonar that enters their brain

so sensitive to the sheer force of it all

and despite their great size it does drain

their life force and leave them recounting

what could have been now its gone

sonar and explosives the testing of both

the power stuggle goes on and on

and whales angels of the deep ocean

suffer in agony, they

sail into conflict and beach themselves

somewhere

and quietly

they all pass away

mothers and daughters and babies

suffer in silence for we

are deaf to the cries of the angels

for we are their demons you see