The Whales
the whales know things u haven’t seen
they’ve felt the weight of centuries
the whales go places you don’t know
they ponder depths beyond below
the whales ferry their souls about
they wail a song of whale renown
they’re swimming thru the soul of earth
the whales alone know what it’s worth
the whales
since man crafted his rafts from land
and sailed seas never understanding
marvels: submarine, beneath
for ancient myths and tales to keep
for Jonah Yu-Kiang and Job
Ahab and Pinocchio
do whales tell tales of bearded men
and warn their calves of what has been
the whales
what will become of all the whales
what will become of all the whales
and ever since i was small
the whales did call
the whales did call
ever since i was small
the whales did call
the whales did call
if the rivers turn to mud and blood
and cease to be and naught to run
and the ocean loses all it’s air
and turns to plastic everywhere
to where will all the wisdom go
the whale contains within her soul
will man continue on to rage
and neglect the oceanic saints:
the whales
what will become of all the whales
and ever since i was small
the whales did call
the whales did call
ever since i was small
the whales did call
the whales did call
what whales know you can’t understand
they took a breath
and left the land
the constellations guide them on
their souls aligned with moon and stars
the whales feel joy
the whales disdain
whales triumphant
swim again
we pray that all the whales prevail
in every ocean that they sail
the whales
what will become of all the whales
what will become of all the whales?
