Orca's have something to say.

 

🖤 "Not the Killer, But the Kept"

(A Poem for the Orcas)

They call me killer, yet I’ve spared your kind,
Though caged and taunted, still I mind
My teeth, my strength, my ocean grace�"
And never once have I laid you to waste.

You stole me from the sea and stars,
Shrank my world to glass and bars.
A mighty realm, now bathtub-sized,
My cries bounce back, unrecognized.

You cheer and clap when I obey,
Then one asks, “What do you wish to say?”
I do not jump to earn your meat�"
I leap for memory, not defeat.

You climb into my sacred blue,
Then panic when I play with you.
I drag, not drown, I spin, not harm�"
You die not by my fin, but alarm.

You tag me like a thing to own,
Then wonder why I swim alone.
Your sonar pulses pierce my skull�"
The sea’s sweet music rendered dull.

You hunt us still, for sport or test,
And fail to see our souls expressed.
We mourn our dead, we sing our kin�"
You say we kill? We've held it in.

We’ve never tasted your flesh�"not once,
Though prey we’d be, had we no conscience.
You breathe on land. We breathe with thought.
You think us wild. We think you taught.

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�'� A Final Plea:

So call me not the beast you fear,
But child of tides and deep frontier.
Return me to the open swell,
Where ancient echoes rise and dwell.

And should one day you set me free,
I’ll hum the song you failed to see�"
Not one of vengeance, blood, or hate,
But grace... you were too small to rate.