They think it is a place of wonder
I think it is a place of fright
They pose and say the issues are grey
I see it simply as black and white

The mother is calling,
Her pool is inadequately deep
Her child is stolen
I’m disgusted at “entertainment” so cheap.

They live to be sixty, eighty, or more
When in the wild they thrive
But there, they only live half a life.
“They live to be thirty-five”

The people are cheering
Tilikum waves
The trainers are dying
Dawn Brancheau couldn’t be saved.

“It’s her fault she died,”
When the reality comes to light
They tell you to persist in ignorance
But still, you give way to fright.

“He’s not dangerous!”
They all said
“He’s only six tons,”
Too many are dead.

Keep putting them in tupperware
Like leftovers, they go bad
You “save” them, they kill you
Bet that will make the masses glad.

“We’ll lose all our business!”
“Think of the jobs!”
Think of the orcas,
kidnapped and robbed.

And I can agree to
The value of the green,
But the injuring of the innocents
Is the most disturbing thing I’ve seen.