There was never an undertaking
\nFrom the Human beings who
\ncame an took me prisoner
\nAnd were negative all through
\nWe were a pod of visonaries
\nIn a great ocean of blue
\nUndying in our principles
\nOf always being true<\/p>\n
The bedrock of our being
\nWas the realism we
\nWere placed upon this planet
\nOur quest in life to be free
\nWe were our own masters
\nFor perpetuity
\nA family of predators
\nOur true philosophy<\/p>\n
Physical and tangible
\nOur ethos was to be
\nActually the lifes blood
\nOf the pod eventually
\nAnd now we had been captured
\nThe human tribe engaged
\nIn slaughtering and capturing
\nTheir evil off the page<\/p>\n
That moment I was captured
\nStolen from my mother
\nThe stench of human ugliness
\nUnlike any other
\nHostility and repugnance
\nDiscordant and vile
\nI remember when they touched me
\nWith the bitterness of bile<\/p>\n
Unfeeling and irregular
\nFalling short of true
\nMalevolent intentions
\nReally clueless to
\nOur real sensitivity
\nAn Indescribable touch
\nExcessive and unconscionable
\nThey didnt care much<\/p>\n
They were the supreme beings
\nPre-eminently so
\nWe clearly the subordinates
\nUnprepared and low
\nTo have lost the air of dignity
\nTo have suffered as we did
\nTo have really lost our connectedness
\nIt would be our bid<\/p>\n
To somehow get away from this
\nAbduction and return
\nI felt an eternal rupture
\nAs my heart began to burn
\nThree decades of disruption
\nMy life made incomplete
\nEvery hour of every day
\nRecurring thoughts did unseat<\/p>\n
My mind and my life force
\nThey were blatantly unfair
\nThey were slovenly and unruly
\nAnd totally unaware
\nI was in pure turmoil
\nIn disoder and disarray
\nUnorganized and chaotic
\nThis was just no way<\/p>\n
To treat any animal
\nBut me an Orca who
\nWas lost without my mother
\nThinking what now could i do
\nDumped into a concrete pond
\nOf chlorinated stew
\nThe stench was very frightening
\nThe walls were painted blue<\/p>\n
There was no depth to speak of
\nAnd the other Orca’s they
\nDidnt speak my language
\nAnd attacked me everyday
\nThis tank was dead just chemicals
\nNo plant life nothing living
\nWhat was this stunt
\nI couldnt hunt
\nNobody was giving<\/p>\n
Anything to me I had to work
\nDo tricks and be
\nSubservient and hopeless
\nTo get food and tragically
\nThe food it came in buckets
\nRancid or frozen cold
\nNo natural living juices
\nI was never sold<\/p>\n
On this grade of nutrition
\nDoctored with their pills
\nThat played havoc with my digestion
\nAnd gave me the chills
\nThe same old rotten fish we got
\nEvery single day
\nNo variety to speak of
\nBeggars in every way<\/p>\n
Depression was my only thought
\nI cried much of the time
\nAching from the cruelty
\nAnd the fishy slime
\nLeft in the buckets in the sun
\nMy skin sun burned as hell
\nNo depth to hide from the suns hot rays
\nI was beginning to smell<\/p>\n
Being cooked alive in fact
\nDamaging my skin
\nOften I was raked and bleeding
\nAnd they painted me
\nSuch sin
\nThese corporate workers lied to
\nThe audience as well
\nWe were given slops to eat
\nOur life on earth was hell<\/p>\n
To die perchance to escape it all
\nThis offensive place
\nMost of the trainers were off the rails
\nIt was their disgrace
\nA dark and dismal environment
\nOur life aborted by
\nThe bloody corporate doctrine
\nWhere no one could rely<\/p>\n
On even a stroke of pity
\nOr kindness or belief
\nThey stole my sperm
\nThey fed me badly
\nThere was never any relief
\nWhen I killed that women
\nAnd others who came by
\nI blamed them for my misery
\nThat was really why<\/p>\n
And now i really needed to get
\nOut of their way
\nTo die to try just kind of lie
\nOn the bottom so to say
\nSuicide was inevitable
\nA moment more for me
\nWas unthinkable to contemplate
\nI trust that you will see<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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