The incoordination
\nAnd the disharmony
\nCreated from the kidnapping
\nOf creatures from their sea<\/p>\n
the randomness and turbulence.
\nThe inferno they all feel
\nTorn out of their existence
\nInverted to reveal<\/p>\n
A whirlwind of emotions
\nA rumpus of desire
\nA total agitation
\nFor the human is a liar<\/p>\n
They lie to save their fallen grace
\nAnd aimlessly proclaim
\nThat they are spreading knowledge
\nIt’s all part of their game<\/p>\n
The innocent are victims
\nWe run slipshod through their life
\nTake away their freedoms
\nAnd in place provide such strife<\/p>\n
We tamper with their being
\nWe overturn their soul
\nWe interrupt their leaning
\nSo as to control<\/p>\n
We unsettle them completely
\ntheir family base capsize
\nWe go after their truest dreams
\nAnd always realise<\/p>\n
We employ a lot of trainers
\nThat’s their Title but of course
\nThe tricks and just the way of life
\nThat much we have to force<\/p>\n
And we do all that with people
\nWho are ignorant to our thought
\nWho imagine they can get to grips
\nWith their own field of sport<\/p>\n
A lack of understanding
\nPermeates us all
\nWho really thinks they know cetaceans
\nAlmost any fool<\/p>\n
Can leap into the tanks with them
\nPersuasively so to do
\nTo train them to be robotic
\nAll apparently for you<\/p>\n
Wild oceans have real distance
\nAnd depths beyond our mind
\nA living soup of myriad beings
\nWhich they must leave behind
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\nWhen being set for capture
\nRegarded in such a way
\nStolen from the environment
\nThat share along the way<\/p>\n
Their stamping ground their Mecca
\nTheir honey pot of hope
\nTogetherness with family
\nWhich brought them eternal hope<\/p>\n
Till SEAWORLD and its catchers
\nCame by or bought and they
\nWere then transferred from ocean blue
\nTo concrete tanks away<\/p>\n
From oceans true environment
\nInto a falsity
\nAn artificial latrine
\nWhere they now would be<\/p>\n
No real size to speak of
\nAnd a depth so very sparse
\nA chlorinated cesspool
\nWhere they could shake their arse<\/p>\n
Their pods left by the way side
\nTheir linguistic talents gone
\nLiving with races apart
\nWith nothing left to don<\/p>\n
To clear their way ahead
\nThe knowledge base was gone
\nIt was now down to the trainers
\nAll Focusing upon<\/p>\n
The mindset of the SEAWORD board
\nAnd others notably
\nAs arrogant as the day is long
\nNot part of any sea<\/p>\n
And so the show was grand and we
\nHeard music blaring constantly
\nThe victims Drugged up to the eyes
\nWould counter that with a surprise
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\nOr two would injure and might kill
\nIt’s all part of the SEAWORLD thrill
\nThe temperament of kidnapped souls
\nWho lost their family and took on roles<\/p>\n
Of circus freaks the victim cries
\nRaked overnight familiarise
\nyourselves
\nWith city folk who go
\nInto a jungle and who know<\/p>\n
The dangers there but still they be
\nAvailable for all to see
\nOf course they fight resentment is high
\nThese are emotional souls who lie<\/p>\n
In waters charged
\nwith chemical stew
\nAnd their own poop which all have to<\/p>\n
Swim in, there is no other way
\nAround and around and around all day
\nNo depth in Which to hide a while
\nThe sun will bake you and defile<\/p>\n
No life force there’s no living food
\nNo plants just nothing to be viewed
\nA set sterile vacuum lacking life
\nCreating hours of torrid strife<\/p>\n
Often after a dark affray
\nStrips of flesh are torn away
\nThe rake marks evident to see
\npainted out accordingly<\/p>\n
the strips of skin resembling rubber
\nConnective tissue perhaps blubber
\nTaken home by trainers they
\nAs a keepsake so to say<\/p>\n
It sickens me to even write
\nSuch horror it just does incite
\nIn me a vileness of this world
\nIn which the innocent were hurled<\/p>\n
The multitude of victims who
\nWere stolen from the precious blue
\nOceanside transported where
\nSEAWORLD Zombies then can share<\/p>\n
Their freedom and their profit base
\nCan pay huge salaries and can face
\nThe ocean and create a theme
\nA circus where horror becomes their dream<\/p>\n
Where repetitiveness
\n becomes the norm
\nAnd where the dumbed down hordes can swarm<\/p>\n
Turnstiles ringing shamu toys
\nShipped from China who employs
\nArmies of low paid women and they
\nTurn them out day after day<\/p>\n
They push the margins through the roof
\nProving really how aloof
\nMyou have to be these days
\nTo run
\nA corporate ship out in the sun<\/p>\n
Victims really everywhere
\nCetaceans trainers all aware
\nOf cruelty and lies and pain
\nWhere a rich Board can truly gain<\/p>\n
Momentum caring little for
\nThe environment waging a war
\nAgainst the creatures of the sea
\nWho suffer in captivity<\/p>\n
We have seen the film
\nwe have read the script
\nWe have seen their eyes and some tight lipped
\nWe know of deaths and suffering too
\nAnd Sea World’s crimes both good and true
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\nIt’s out there in the wide domain
\nHow great ORca’s go insane
\nHow mindfulness is lost for sure
\nIn the corporate game of war<\/p>\n
It’s Unfathomable and its endless pain
\nAnd it’s all for monetary gain
\nThe immortal spirit comes and goes
\nIn an endless cry nobody knows<\/p>\n
Animal rights protestors though
\nFeel the agony that’s on show
\nIf affects their lives causing them ill
\nAttributed to the way some spill<\/p>\n
The freedoms and life force
\nLof the Victims who be
\nActually angels from out of the sea<\/p>\n
As to the corporate in pursuit
\nOf profit for profits sake at their root
\nIs ostentatious for nothing real
\nThey are wildly wasteful With so much zeal<\/p>\n
Imaginable to interface with corruption and power
\nThey control their space
\nEvery decision they ever make
\nIs really consuming the whole of the cake<\/p>\n
Innocence suffers all of the time
\nWhich is the purpose for this rhyme<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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