Co-existence
\nThat special word
\nThats finds itself alone
\nIn amongst the human tribe
\nWhere Many seeds are sown<\/p>\n
Being fair and decent
\nIs, what life’s about
\nBut sadly there is an undercurrent
\nResulting in much doubt
\nA real sparseness of ethic
\nAn abstraction of the whole
\nConditional on profit
\nAnd that precious goal<\/p>\n
Ways around legality
\nIs the order of some days
\nCruelty accepted
\nAs long as someone pays
\nThe piper makes the music
\nA pathological path
\nThe bottom line the state of affairs
\nThe considered aftermath<\/p>\n
As long as it is persuasive
\nAnd there’s money to be made
\nCetaceans must expect the worst
\nFor on their heads is laid
\nThe corporate profit and loss account
\nAnd clearly here will be
\nThe suffering the emotion
\nAnd the inequality<\/p>\n
As to compensation not a chance in hell
\nTheir mightiness their fullness
\nThey sort their interests well
\nThey have the authority
\nAnd the maximum success
\nEminently favoured and not expecting less<\/p>\n
Its the voiceless ones who suffer
\nForced break up of their pods
\nSocially it all breaks down
\nNot even their gods
\nCan help them now they are finished
\nIn the hands of those
\nWho have no cause for empathy
\nAs the numbers of victims
\ngrows
\nTake Sea World
\nSkirting around the laws of hunting
\nSomething they now do capture them and sort them
\nThe perfect skins they woo<\/p>\n
Its what makes them the money
\nThe end game so to say
\nAnd all the jiggery pokery
\nThat is met along the way
\nHubris and regulation
\nThat often brings a sweat
\nThe green wash and the out and out
\nIs of course entrenched in grief
\nAnd the victims taste the horror
\nWhich is beyond belief<\/p>\n
The naturalness of freedom
\nThe Capacity of it all
\nIts really overflowing
\nHow social factors rule
\nHow order and economy
\nAre life’s true embrace
\nCompanionship and partnership
\nIs party to their race<\/p>\n
Captivity the anathema
\nThe repetitiveness its there
\nWithin each tank of concrete
\nThe haunting and the despair
\nRises and it gets to them
\nOver the march of time
\nTheir impermanence so vivid
\nWithout the depths to climb<\/p>\n
The change the mutability
\nHope is brought into
\nThe equation its undying
\nUpholding all they do
\nIts a sort of revolution
\nIt subverts their inner soul
\nAnd its not a substitution
\nThey see it as control<\/p>\n
Destiny is pending
\nThey become a casualty
\nOf the corporation
\nThe monster who they see
\nPowerless and so helpless
\nNeutered let us say
\nIts has a lasting quality
\nWhere once again we pay<\/p>\n
the Aquaria are growing
\nThey are out there everywhere
\nCapturing the nomads
\nFeeding them despair
\nTalking up the knowledge
\nThat their customers acquire
\nAnd sacrificing dolphins
\nAnd Orca’s in the fire<\/p>\n
Despite their true intelligence
\nPart of the slave trade they
\nAre gathered up in seine nets
\nAnd then sent on their way
\ndrive fishing is another ploy
\nUsed now in Taiji
\nPrimarily to serve the aquaria
\nAnd wild life parks
\nWho see
\nThe dolphins and the ORCA shows
\nAs bringing in the wine
\nIts what the punters want to see
\nDespite heads on the line<\/p>\n
SEA world is so powerful
\nWhat it does say, goes
\nAnd much of it in plain site
\nUnderneath our nose
\nIt appears to be unyielding
\nSycophants as such
\nImpervious to their victims pain
\nClearly out of touch<\/p>\n
Take Drive Fishing a blackmark
\nOn an industry where pain
\nIs metered out each time they find
\nA pod in which to gain
\nThe pretty souls no marks no rakes
\nThe models if you will
\nAs for the others
\nAs Nature smothers
\nThe Japanese will kill<\/p>\n
and Seaworld and other aquaria
\nHave been in the driving seat
\nPutting up the money
\nAnd really not that discreet
\nIts because of their requirement
\nThat the drives go on each year
\nIt makes it all quite manageable
\nAnd for the fisherman its clear<\/p>\n
To say Sea World are arrogant
\nIs an understatement they
\nCome out with so much green wash
\nIts the order of their day
\nThey talk up captivity
\nAs progressive energy
\nAnd make up,all sorts of stories
\nAgainst being wild and free<\/p>\n
They lie so they miseducate
\nAnd when you think it through
\nWhat happens to their captives
\nSea world are clueless too
\nBut clearly they are shocked to hell
\nDepressed and full of woe
\nAnd getting dosed up by big Pharma
\nTo be part of the the show
\nFor me its like a crucifixion
\nIts torment and its pain
\nThe psyche is sent reeling
\nAnd It is hard to keep sane<\/p>\n
The depths they dive the miles they swim
\nThe hunting prowess they
\nThe living ocean all around
\nThat fills up every day
\nThe life force the emotion
\nThe beauty of it all
\nAnd the great delight of freedom
\nWith so much time for play<\/p>\n
Being caught and manhandled
\nSplit up from family
\nperhaps losing one’s mother
\nWho you will never see
\nBoth parties feel the sadness
\nBoth parties will reveal
\nThe complete annihilation
\nOf their life and they will feel<\/p>\n
Lost so much so ruined
\nA personal catastrophe
\nA languor and a torpor
\nAnd an immobility
\nThe violence of the drive
\nThe turmoil in the sea
\nThe emotion that they carry
\na liability<\/p>\n
The space the ocean offers
\nThe horizon to the sky
\nThe great depths in which to plummet
\nAnd on the bottom lie
\nThe myriad of creatures
\nThe colour of it all
\nAnd the light the shafts of magic
\nWith everyone on call<\/p>\n
The secret world of capture
\nThe hidden one’s can be
\nlabouring in a kiddy tank
\nFor all eternity
\nIn a dark dank warehouse
\nYes it has been known
\nNeglected by the many
\nAnd just left there alone<\/p>\n
You cannot begin to understand
\nWhat life becomes for those
\nLiving hoping loving souls
\nWith each day of this it grows
\nLike a cancer in the eye sockets
\nLike tumour in the brain
\nLime nothing you ever dreamed of
\nUntil you are insane<\/p>\n
These corporates these aquaria
\nTheme parks and the rest
\nWho keep us in captivity
\nIts never in our best
\nInterests thats for certain
\nIts all about them, they
\nAre laying sown their margins
\nHelping them to pay<\/p>\n
Their mortgages and their various bills
\nAnd tonnes of SHAMU dolls
\nThese corporates are unfeeling
\nThe roughness of their souls
\nWe exist within their kingdom
\nTheir artificial sea
\nChlorinated and fucking hated
\nBy everyone and me<\/p>\n
We are travellers and explorers
\nPathfinders and pioneers
\nIn a miserable tank of concrete
\nAll our lifetime fears
\nOf course come to the surface
\nOur memories are long
\nOur passion for the ocean
\nRemain forever strong<\/p>\n
And when we are caught and allocated
\nSay to Somewhere, we
\nHave to be transported
\nSome by truck and some by sea
\nSome by air that torment
\nThat terror drags us down
\nWe never really recover from it
\nIts as if we drown<\/p>\n
Unloading and reloading
\nIt takes much from our soul
\nAs our minds are going crazy
\nIts as if you drive a pole
\nThrough our brains and twist it
\nWe are suffering so much
\nWhilst Joe Manby and his entourage
\nRemain so out of touch<\/p>\n
Why not leave us in the ocean
\nLeave us to be free
\nTake time to come and watch us
\nWe shall leap and play and be
\nAvailable for scrutiny
\nWhy is it you must throw
\nUs into your dingy prisons
\nAnd half the time just go<\/p>\n
And all the lousy music
\nAnd all those rotten fools
\nShouting at the top of their voices
\nWhilst we are in these pools
\nOf sin and defacation
\nOf chemicals galore
\nAnd other alien species
\nAnd the sun that makes us sore<\/p>\n
Doing tricks for dead fish
\nThrown at us tell me why
\nYou don’t put living fish with us
\nThat we could catch apply
\nYour brains you idle humans
\nWe are predators of the sea
\nNot carrion scoffing vultures
\nThat is, not where we be<\/p>\n
Taking our blood and sperm from us
\nCrooks thats all you are
\nLacing our fish with Prozac
\nAll of thus dies scar
\nYou lot now wage war against us
\nWhere are the FBI
\nWe need someone to save us
\nBecause we don’t want to die<\/p>\n
In the wild we live forever
\nWell its seems like that to me
\nWe are always in touch with our family
\nAnd with the family tree
\nWe get knowledge and we get loving care
\nWe follow and we lead
\nThe universe is beautiful
\nWhich is why we all succeed<\/p>\n
Thats until your greed and ugliness
\nGrips you and you come
\nBanging on your rotten pipes
\nYour engines like a drum
\nDo not make music we like to hear
\nThose noises shatter fast
\nYou fuck with our sonar
\nIts one infernal blast<\/p>\n
And just for few beauties
\nTo sell on and turn to cash
\nThe rest of us are slaughtered
\nPithed to death like trash
\nUnderneath the tarps
\nThe sea runs red with all our blood
\nThe agony of losing loved ones
\nIn the ensuing flood<\/p>\n
My appeal to you protestors
\nTo sea Shepherd and the rest
\nSave us come and save us
\nPlease save us they so test
\nOur spirit and our true resolve
\nOur minds our hearts our souls
\nOur agony is unbelievable
\nCome stop these bloody trolls<\/p>\n
Just appealing now is harrowing
\nThe sensation here too much
\nThe stridor of the moment
\nWhen the fisherman do touch
\nThe discord its cacophonous
\nIt makes us suffer so
\nAs life fades fast from us
\nIts as well that we can go<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Co-existence That special word Thats finds itself alone In amongst the human tribe Where Many seeds are sown Being fair and decent Is, what life’s about But sadly there is an undercurrent Resulting in much doubt A real sparseness of … Continue reading