EARLE BINGLEY THE GREAT ANIMAL LOVER
www.cvfaf.org
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OCEANS OF STRIFE
(All we ever wanted to be.)
 
The first thing I saw, when
to my eyes, first came light.
My mother’s sweet face
full of love, full of fright.
I knew through her eyes,
that the day might never come,
when we would be free,
and the world’s creatures one.
 
It’s all we ever wanted to be,
playing together in oceans so free.
Yet, here we are in this prison called life,
waiting and longing for an end to our strife.
 
Each day, we flee, from mobs full of hate.
knowing in our hearts,
that death is our fate.
But the hope is still there, that we'll
 learn not to hate.
Please come; be our rescue, before it’s too late
 
We ask for your help,
gather round, hear us please.
The terror and sorrow, has us in a daze.
Stand up, and shout for us loud,
Stand up, and be counted, stand up and be proud.
 
It’s all we ever wanted to be,
playing together in oceans so free.
.Yet, here we are in this prison called life,
waiting and longing for an end to our strife
 
So high upon the isles,
away from all the din.
Safe now we feel,
 as we forgive man, his sin.
Here where food is scarce
We can only quench our thirst,
our bellies empty still,
for us that's the worst.
 
 
 
Today I’m so sad, for today my mother bled.
I licked her sweet face, her soul gone, she is dead.
 We, are the lost, is these oceans of strife
but we don't have much chance in
this world without life.
 
It’s all we ever wanted to be,
playing together in oceans so free.
Yet, here we are in this prison called life,
Just waiting and longing, for an end to our strife
Waiting and longing,
Waiting and longing,
Yes, waiting and longing for an end to our strife.
                                   
Copyright: 2005
 
 
 ONE DAY I HOPE TO HAVE THIS POEM TURNED INTO A SONG.
 

Earle Bingley and Tacarea
The high respected Earle is the creator of
www.canadianvoiceforanimals.org/SASealAlert
and other subjects

eheb@telus.net