The Silent Seas. A tug of net......... will seal their fate silent, they feel their way to tension then dismay, surrounded, shielding young as men in black, pluck - them one by one, calves snowy-white pod regroup and swim-tight cowes whistle, mourn kin wrenched, newly born panic-stricken, all flee to deeper water......no reprieve to arms of killers of Taiji. Innocence lost forever at sea the school, turn to witness the butchered and slain and water echoes a lingering pain, their home a rosy world now becomes, rosy sea as crimson, wave on wave washes to the shore.... Visions I beheld, knock frequent at my door silent now the playground as silent as the grave, where once harboured sentients whispers of the brave, bereft of smiling faces who greeted man, so warm I wonder will I see them, in seas, that bring the dawn..... Tracy-ann Martin. ( In homage to Sea Shepherd ~ International and especially the Cove Guardians of Taiji )
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 09:21:35 +0000