Whales cry, shallow sea, labyrinth of ventricular blues, shallow sea, whales cry trapped by recent fear. Calves don't understand how leeches hunt, they exsanguinate their prey from their future say, can we raise our nature above disdainful ways? I can't ask for that which I can't give; there are those who seek to destroy and those who can't defend themselves and use toys. If not protected by most, leeches suck them whole. Without a mirror and a net, our neurons can't fathom another's distant distress, we can't observe we're trapped. Befuddled into submission, tumbled into a fiery well, all that is felt is our hurt, blinded we're sent to vote. Victory settles the struggle, but it's never far-reaching since the rapine occurs while we're asleep as tragic downfalls. Beneath the whale's domain, a seabed, invertebrates seem asleep as well, the sunflower starfish starved for brittle stars begins its hunt, but as it moves The fragile get out of the way. If brittle stars can forecast the sunflower's moves, why can't we prevent the rapine? Let's learn to work together as one who is made up of millions of brittle stars whose shine tells others how to anticipate the movement of a predator. If we use mirrors to see through us and those who suffer even though we're trapped in their net, we'll cast a brilliance that will guide us even asleep. May whales be stars tonight. May they dream of bravery tonight. Whales may be brittle, but bravery is their might. Be bravery tonight.