The dolphins cry

I am tuned into the Dolphins cry

and to pick up as I do

the killings underneath the tarps

that really just go through

my heart, my soul,  my mind

and every sinew and every cell

often after midnight

I experience pure hell

the unscrupulousness and

disingenuousness of the fishermen

of Taiji

talking about culture

when its profitability

nothing short of knavery

of roguery and lies

a traitorous bunch of renegades

whose brutality  mystifies

we are talking about the spirtual

these are beings of the sea

protected by the gods on high

for their normality

is really irreproachable

their playfulness and guile

is so inoffensive they now lead

by a mile

as for the Taiji people

who stay away we hear

who never see the horror

although its clearly near

the dolphins boats

are just a camouflage

for what their fisherman do

coax and slaughter in the water

in the cove of blue

vast amounts of blood and guts

relentlessly does flow

into the cove of no return

its crimson as we know

all that karmic horror sinks into the sand

Taiji stands for murder

Taiji let them be

stop the slaughter in the water

Taiji set them free