The notions of ocean living
\nOur freedom our rights to the sea
\nFreedom of action and of reaction
\nIt’s the place that we all need to be
\nIt is a privilege actually
\nWhere our self expression can flow
\nFree-born free-bred and enfranchised
\nUnconfined and unshackled you know<\/p>\n
There we can wander unhindered
\nGo it alone, our own thing
\nUnbridled uninstructed and unfettered
\nWe can all just have our fling
\nEnslavement does nothing to help us
\nForced labour is something we hate
\nIt’s bondage it’s serfdom it’s shocking
\nIt’s not what we want for our fate<\/p>\n
We live in our world of Commitment
\nManumitted relieved and unbound
\nConstrained in a tank of your making
\nA custodial sentence we have found
\nWe are your slaves in detention
\nA watery dungeon where we
\nBecome your convicts your victims
\nResigned to the fact we’re not free<\/p>\n
Suppressed by your rules
\nAnd your training
\nWe have to surrender our life
\nabandon the beauty and soak up the toxic
\nAnd take on your immeasurable strife
\nYou are our keepers we have to be
\nSubservient to you a detainee
\nUnder arrest till we stop breathing then
\nAnd sink to the bottom just counting to ten<\/p>\n
Be gone from our world
\nA circus of pain
\nDoing your tricks oh yes it’s so plain
\nCancelled out lost in our ocean of dread
\nNo living food all of it dead
\nWe were not felons we did nothing wrong
\nWhy you enslave us we do not belong
\nIn your miserable tanks so close to the sea
\nWhere we hear the bold surf and the waves
\nBreaking free<\/p>\n
You are the wicked ones
\nCorporate masters
\nWe become slaves
\nCreated disasters
\nA circus of sorts
\nThats where we are
\nSubject to ridicule
\nYes from afar<\/p>\n
A life of despondency
\nTrapped in the glare
\nOf your dark intentions
\nYou expect us to share
\nYour tortured world
\nYour desperate plight
\nIt’s claustrophobic
\nAnd it isn’t right<\/p>\n
It’s really contemptible
\nExpecting that we
\nEnjoy the frustration
\nAnd abnormality
\nWe hate it
\nIt’s ludicrous
\nWhy would you feel
\nThat we can stomach
\nThis prison for real<\/p>\n
Hopeless despair is all we can see
\nOf course we mistrust you
\nOur timidity
\nIt’s intimidation
\nAnd such consternation
\nIt’s not our salvation
\nFor we are not free<\/p>\n
And it Grows by the moment
\nIt scares us to death
\nWe are building up courage
\nTo forgo more breath
\nTo sink to the bottom
\nOf your concrete pool
\nTo go to the Summerland
\nYou blasted fool<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The notions of ocean living Our freedom our rights to the sea Freedom of action and of reaction It’s the place that we all need to be It is a privilege actually Where our self expression can flow Free-born free-bred … Continue reading