Existence was a giveness
\nThat was until TAIJI
\nA little town on the west coast
\nOf Japan
\nWhere we now be<\/p>\n
We felt we were immortal
\nIn our ocean paradise
\nIn pods our extended family
\nThen someone rolled the dice
\nAnd we of course found chaos
\nAnd panic and we knew
\nOur time on earth was over
\nNot knowing what to do<\/p>\n
Many of us were slaughtered
\nBut just a few like me
\nWere considered rather attractive
\nFor training in the sea
\nWe could be of great value
\nOur future would unfold
\nTheir spell would be released on us
\nWe could be worth our weight in gold<\/p>\n
That promised us a future
\nWhen others of the pod
\nWere already hacked to pieces
\nAnd visiting our God
\nWe were still in sea pens
\nWith the ocean at our backs
\nWe had some authenticity
\nBut no one dare relax<\/p>\n
An irreconcilability
\nFor nothing seemed the same
\nYes we still were swimming
\nBut aware that we were game
\nFreedom to be what we were
\nHad left us that we knew
\nWe had become the TAIJI slaves
\nDoing what we were told to do<\/p>\n
And no more fresh fish could we catch
\nWe lived for the frozen kind
\nKept in ice and buckets
\nThat truly blew our mind
\nSo frosty were they actually
\nThawed out and pumped with drugs
\nA lot of them were crawling
\nWith all sorts of bugs<\/p>\n
The greatness of the ocean
\nWe lost on that day
\nSharing a tiny sea pen
\nIt really is no way
\nTo live it’s not even existence
\nIt’s a cage within the sea
\nWhat we really experience
\nIs a lack of enormity<\/p>\n
They spray us In the morning
\nAnd sometimes late at night
\nThey feed us all these frozen fish
\nWith pills most of them white
\nGoodness knows what drugs they give us
\nThey make us feel rough
\nThe arrogance of dosing us
\nWe all have had enough<\/p>\n
The japs are really smelly
\nThey eat sashimi here
\nProbably some of our family members
\nIt is very clear
\nThey do it out of devilment
\nThat much we do know
\nThey are torturers and murderers
\nAnd their evilness does grow<\/p>\n
It’s true we hang together
\nAnd sometimes we embrace
\nBut we are slowly dying
\nWe know this is the case
\nIf we are sold to some where
\nFar off we shall have to go
\nMaybe to Arizona
\nOr to China we don’t know<\/p>\n
We had a holistic life we did
\nAnd now it’s gone away
\nWe cannot exercise ourselves
\nAnd do not feel like play
\nWe are quick to feel depression
\nAnd get sun burnt very quick
\nThere is no depth to dive to
\nAnd that is why we feel sick<\/p>\n
Japan is so obnoxious
\nProfiteers they be
\nThey derive the profit
\nFrom our tears eventually
\nReally such disharmony
\nA world of disarray
\nNo labyrinth of corals
\nWhere we can hide away<\/p>\n
The turbulence and frenzy
\nIt’s a harum scarum place
\nIf this is our beginning
\nIt is a big disgrace
\nThe monotony of living
\nThe endlessness is here
\nDrugged up to the eyeballs
\nAnd all living in fear<\/p>\n
Yes drugged up to the eye balls
\nPlease get us out of here!!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Existence was a giveness That was until TAIJI A little town on the west coast Of Japan Where we now be We felt we were immortal In our ocean paradise In pods our extended family Then someone rolled the dice … Continue reading