Cry Of The Dolphin.
Born into tradition,
generation gone by.
Mind of condition,
about to defy.
Years of skill,
honed in his mind.
Always ready for the kill,
the ‘hunt' is not hard to find.
Herd them into an inlet,
for the death spree.
Set them up for target,
to turn the water a blood red sea.
Spears raised for the deed,
repeated strikes to make them die,
No chance for the gentle breed,
slaughter, they still smile, silencing their talking cry.
He sees their blood as they bleed,
feeling the hurt in their eyes.
Guilty of the profit and greed,
Conscious of their death sighs.
Changed his view,
against all he previously thought.
Knew what he had to do,
change for the better had to be fought.
Animal rights,
For so long he was against.
Now for their cause, he fights,
conservation signs he now paints.
All the best for the Japanese guy,
and his different future.
Only to protect, not make them die,
total love for the beautiful creature.
30/11/05
poem by Guy Lipmore
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