This globular mass
\nWe call our earth
\n71 per cent is worth
\nA greater deal to the planets core
\nFor that is where water exists for sure<\/p>\n
The oceans the rivers the lakes the seas
\nThe world of water whose constant plea’s
\nSome can hear though some turn away
\nNot prepared to listen to the cries today<\/p>\n
The filth short mindedly we toss overboard
\nAmmunition of little accord
\nRadiation and PCB’s
\nAnd rotten casks of our disease<\/p>\n
We are conceited and an arrogant mob
\nWe over fish and of course we rob
\nThe natural world below the blue
\nOf its wonderful life force good and true<\/p>\n
We toss our plastic just anywhere
\nOur fishing tackle brings such despair
\nThe methods we use to catch our food
\nAre wasteful and wrong and entirely crude<\/p>\n
Our whales and cetaceans we trap and enslave
\nOur game of chess with the bold and brave
\nTorn from the oceans of life and breath
\nAnd consigned to tanks our tanks of death<\/p>\n
We murder whole pods around Japan
\nBeautiful dolphins part of the plan
\nIntegral to existence a
\nPredator who
\nIs cut to ribbons thats what we do
\nTaiji’s murdering retards do
\nThe work of god pulled from the blue
\nSelected to be trained and sold
\nTo the corporate ignorance of old<\/p>\n
The Faroes grind along and whales
\nAre slaughtered whole pods bloody trails
\nOf sinews and grief beyond the pale
\nFetuses cut out, their holy grail
\nTheir dark intent their vile display
\nBlood oozes everywhere they pay
\nA terrible price for these vikings who
\nSquander the life of these souls they do.<\/p>\n
Happen to venture past their shore
\nThe family tree these men ignore
\nA school of life and creations gift
\nTorn a’ sunder and left to drift
\nIn the shallows cut and bleeding
\nAs their spirits are receeding
\nThe homeopathic mystical dose
\nOf blood and guts now coming close<\/p>\n
To filling the ocean with feelings dire
\nThe death and destruction of creative fire
\nPicked up by the sensitives of the sea
\nAnd discharged again so remorselessly<\/p>\n
Great coral beds bleached horribly
\nFilthy oil slicks constantly
\nScupper the health and the vibrancy
\nOf the gifts of life within the sea<\/p>\n
Our plastic it really is everywhere
\n1000 years it will still be there
\nThat saline soup will not break it through
\nThis oil based chemical bonded brew<\/p>\n
The sharks great predators
\nRich design
\nWe slice their fins
\nThey so divine
\nOf history and need to be
\nThe major predator of the sea<\/p>\n
Man is fickle man unsure
\nHe knows little of creation
\nBut a lot of war
\nOh he can kill and he can maim
\nBut create a shrimp
\nNot one can claim<\/p>\n
That honour NO but does destroy
\nAnd seems to do with extra joy
\nInsecticides and industrial waste
\nAnd science really hasnt faced
\nThe reality that man is small
\nCompared to the universe and this wondrous
\nBall<\/p>\n
Called earth with its oceans of
\nAqua blue
\nFilled with life and soul all true
\nCreated miracles everywhere
\nAnd leaving behind little to share<\/p>\n
With our children who clearly
\nWill expect to see
\nThe creative forces within the sea
\nOceans teeming with life galore
\nBut instead just fathoms of blood and gore<\/p>\n
A dying ocean a mournful place
\nIn one hundred years of real disgrace
\nMan stole their world Destroyed it all
\n71 per cent that haul
\nOf life of creation of balance and soul
\nGone in the wink of an eye
\nThe control
\nStare down into a lifeless sea
\nA liquid landfill Constantly
\nBubbling with acidity
\nAnd little left unfortunately.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This globular mass We call our earth 71 per cent is worth A greater deal to the planets core For that is where water exists for sure The oceans the rivers the lakes the seas The world of water whose … Continue reading