Standing on the cliffs
\nLooking down into the sea
\nA pod of pilot whales
\nPerfectione
\nAnd they be<\/p>\n
Together their immaculateness
\nYou can feel their solid joy
\nWholesome healthy salutary
\nInside of me that boy
\nWho felt the avid heartache
\nOf what some families do
\nTalking up tradition
\nUnparalled and true<\/p>\n
Clambering down the rocks
\nOnto the beach and ready for
\nThose with their spinal cord cutters
\nCertified and sure
\nMothers with their babies
\nAunts and uncles too
\nFathers teaching precious sons
\nIts what good families do<\/p>\n
Their priceless world of freedom
\nOur need to culturally
\nLead them down our slippery slope
\nTo vulnerability
\nSo many are indifferent
\nTo the cries of agony
\nEyes bleeding and unguarded
\nA dreadful symphony<\/p>\n
Defenceless and naked
\nThey have no where to go
\nImpulsive and impatient
\nOverburdened as we know
\nI stand observing feeling
\nSick
\nMy countrymen appear
\nResourceful in their cunning
\nTheir menustingari’s clamped and clear<\/p>\n
Others with their grindakniver’s
\nRead for to slice
\nCut babies from their mothers
\nWho would throw that dice?
\nAnd take away the spoils my friends
\nAnd toss them in some bin
\nWriggling for a moment
\nThe hostility of sin<\/p>\n
The ugliness the darkness
\nNature’s perfect scene
\nRuined in an instant
\nBy those so very mean
\nPerhaps some 50 bodies
\nWhose peace and harmony
\nJust became a maelstrom
\nof true depravity<\/p>\n
Loaded down with cestodes
\nAnd nematodes and more
\nWith mercury pumped everywhere
\nFrom coal fired smoke and war
\nOur oceans so polluted
\nOur livers and kidneys they
\nAre hardly able to operate
\nWith The ominous decay<\/p>\n
Its every where and still
\nYou want to murder us and drive
\nOur families into hell and back
\nTill so few of us survive
\nEach massacre of angels
\nIt cuts through spirit wide
\nWhy my brothers continue this
\nThere is no where left to hide<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Standing on the cliffs Looking down into the sea A pod of pilot whales Perfectione And they be Together their immaculateness You can feel their solid joy Wholesome healthy salutary Inside of me that boy Who felt the avid heartache … Continue reading