For the life of me
\nI cannot come to terms
\nwith who is right
\nto plunder the great oceans
\nand by switching off the light
\nof those who live there
\nif its right
\none has to ask oneself
\nthe heartfelt question why
\nthey have the right to steal us
\nand still feel very high
\nand mighty and then hoodwink
\nthe people
\nwho then buy
\ninto what they are doing
\nfor ignorantly they feel
\ntheir families can be entertained
\nwith the slaves that must conceal
\nwhat is their inner tragedy
\ntheir total loss of space
\nthe ocean for a concrete tank
\nemotions without trace
\nand then be trained by numb skulls
\nto do the
\nmundane tricks
\nsomething we do swimming backwards
\nit does get on our wicks
\nits burning in our bodies
\nthe ignorance we see
\nkilling trainers isn’t what we do
\nand just to be
\nimprisoned in this ghastly soup
\nmorning noon and night
\nwhen we should be in the ocean
\nwhere we can disappear from sight
\ntravelling down to vast depths
\nexploring as we go
\ninto the realms where Orca’s
\nwild sweet spirits flow<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
For the life of me I cannot come to terms with who is right to plunder the great oceans and by switching off the light of those who live there if its right one has to ask oneself the heartfelt … Continue reading