Somehow, we got split up
\nand now I am alone
\nI’ve never felt like this before
\nIts not something, that I’ve known
\nthe water here is brackish
\nI do not like it here
\nit seems I am enclosed by nets
\nMy head is full of fear<\/p>\n
Where have my parents gone to
\nits most unusual, they
\nalways stay close by me
\nand I don’t know what to say
\nThe sea is cold, and I feel cold
\nall sorts of thoughts now rush
\nthrough my brain and cause me strain
\nand from my eyes I gush<\/p>\n
I am so very frightened
\nI don’t know what to do
\nshall I surface
\nor stay where I am
\ncould be my life, is through
\nbut I’m so young, a baby only
\nwhat did I do wrong?
\nI loved to leap into the blue
\nfor thats where I belong<\/p>\n
free, as a Barracuda
\nthat burst into each wave
\nsomersaults and pirouettes
\nit really was a rave
\nplay, it is so joyful
\nand inspiration for
\nDolphins we are active
\nwe are sprightly, we are sure
\nFreedom is our password
\nWildness our delight
\nrestricting us is awful
\nimagining our plight<\/p>\n
stuck here in some smelly tank
\nor netted in some space
\nwhere we get caught up in the mesh
\nits such a dire disgrace
\ndiscomfort and much anguish
\nand this adversity
\nwhere are my precious parents?
\noh! where now can they be<\/p>\n
I surface for a moment
\nthe boats are everywhere
\nthe sea is red with blood
\noh! dear
\nI really cannot bear
\nto imagine what is happening
\nand then I see mama
\nshe’s on her side and bleeding
\nher eyes are dull, and papa<\/p>\n
is hanging from a boat hook
\nalso bleeding, dearie me
\npapa looks as if he’s dead
\nand mama, too actually
\nwhat now can I really do
\ncan I get away
\nand even if I do escape
\nthere’s no where I can play
\nNo, that great blue ocean
\ntakes no prisoners,out and I
\nwithout my parents helping me
\nof course I’m going to die<\/p>\n
and then of course it happens
\nI’m plucked out from the sea
\nand roughly thrown down on the boat
\noh! God where can I be
\nthey row me to the dock head
\nand put me in a tank
\nthe air is poor, its stifling
\nand everywhere feels rank
\nI can’t stay here the saline
\nis very very poor
\nno bubbles for my troubles
\nand just a lifeless floor<\/p>\n
I swim around
\nand around and around
\nand around its such a bore
\nall I do is swim around
\nits not what life is for!
\nthese fishermen from Taiji Cove
\nkilled my parents, they
\nare heartless nasty bits of work
\nand one day they will pay
\nWe Dolphins have instinctively
\nbeen sort of programmed to
\nbe sympathetic to all earthlings
\nthat’s how we get through<\/p>\n
where we can we save souls
\nno matter, who they are
\noffer them assistance
\nbe their lucky star
\nbut sentient’s the so called humans
\nthe beasts of old Tai Ji
\nusing their vibration pipes
\ncircumvent our parity
\nIt seems that I’m to be the new exhibit
\nin the Tai ji centre, I will hear
\nthe cries of family members
\ngetting butchered
\nand have to
\ngawp at those fiends who appear<\/p>\n
ignorant of our plight
\narrogant of course
\nany wild ocean creature
\nstuck in a tank, to force
\nme into this environment
\nand expect me to be
\nhappy then they have
\ncome to terms with it
\nand see
\none day I shall not breathe
\nin the
\nvital breath of air
\nI will die, will suffocate
\nperhaps think of a prayer<\/p>\n
not just for me, one Dolphin
\nbut for the human race
\nwho treat wild ones
\nabominably
\nwhich is, such a disgrace
\nthey say that time heals
\neverything
\nthats what the humans say
\nbut losing my sweet parents
\nin such a sordid way
\nembitters all my thoughts of you
\nand soon I have to die
\nalong with all the other’s
\njust on the bottom lie. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A baby Dolphins attempt to come to terms with its life after witnessing the death of its parents in the infamous Tai Ji Cove Japan. Continue reading