Orcinus...

"... and the Indian Sang, but we heard no song?..."
What have we done that could have been so wrong?

Good intention paves a wave but
Knots a great notion which we enslave.
What can we do asked the red and white shoe
"...Let them loose, they belong to the Blue..."

Oceans are aware that we are here
Holding captive what they consider dear
Precious voice comes from the deep
Speaking songs while we're in our sleep

"... you think you understand..."
Orca sang in the distant lands
Poor puss of a man...
Purpose came from desert sands
It really is, out of our hands!
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Don't we get it?
"... we don't own this place..."

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