Behind the waves crashing against the rocky shields without cower, 

Beneath the seagulls’ cries for equality at the eleventh hour,

Lays a sea of outcry, rebellion, might, and power.

 

A fish holds the shark to pull it free from the fishermen of land,

To protect its comrades of a different path, anything it can withstand,

The land shows its hand, from the waves to once again demand.

 

The tide has turned,

The dam has broken,

The sea has spoken.

 

The mermaid heir sits locked on the unwanted, cruel, greedy land,

The elected Triton broadcasts with a microphone at hand,

But the sea has long tired of waiting for his command. 

 

The sea cries, the land shakes, the people have awoken, 

For the promises of peace left broken,

For the lives lost and the misery left unspoken. 

 

The tide has turned,

The dam has broken,

The sea has spoken.

 

The young fish, meant to swim free and bold, 

are forced to rot on land, their stories left untold, 

dreams and comfort have been long withhold.

 

The King of the land sits on his throne,

Hands clasped, wickedness known,

He watches, smile sinful, plans soon to be blown.

 

The tide has turned,

The dam has broken,

The sea has spoken.

 

The machines of the land drill into the sand,

To form a canal that has long since been planned,

Forcing the sea out of its mainland. 

 

But the waves don’t draw back,

The fish hold hands, 

The dolphin bites back. 

 

The tide has turned,

The dam has broken,

The sea has spoken.

 

It is no longer a sea divided,

It is a sea once again united.