Recipients of a hate undeserved
One divorced from rationality
They are feared
Turned into demons
Yet our world is dependent on them
Recipients of a hate undeserved
One divorced from rationality
They are feared
Turned into demons
Yet our world is dependent on them
Cut my arms and leave me to die
Turn me into a bowl of soup
Cut their fins and leave them to die
We need them
Respect their beauty
Cut my arms and leave me to die
Make me into a bowl of soup
Cut their fins and leave them to die
We need them
Respect their beauty
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Recipients of a hate undeserved
One divorced from rationality
They are feared
Turned into demons
Yet our world is dependent on them
Life begets life yet ultimately yields to commerce
400 million years of evolution can't be undone by tradition