The Seaweed was Greener

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The Seaweed was Greener

Oh, Little Mermaid, hair of red,
how is it now your soul is dead?
“Poor and unfortunate,” so Ursula told you.
Are you happy now with that prince to hold you?
Your friends abandoned, your singing voice gone,
you’ve left King Triton all alone.
Is it better now that you’re “part of that world,”
standing straight on two legs with your eyelashes curled?
You gave up the sea for the barren landscape above,
all in the name of some prince and his love.
How could you? How could you? Were you really so blind
to ignore the home and the life you were leaving behind?
The ocean is infinite; a mermaid’s life is forever.
You could die on land tomorrow.
Do you still think you’re clever?
Oh, Ariel, Ariel, poor silent, voiceless fawn,
how is it now that your livelihood’s gone?
A prince will leave you; a castle will burn,
flowers will wither, a lover will spurn.
You can’t swim, you can’t sing, you can’t taste saltwater
and somewhere the king is missing his daughter,
but what do you care? You’ve fallen in love
with Prince Eric, his shoes, and the wonders above.
I sure hope you’re happy; you’ve made quite the sacrifice.
Silent and dry, you pay the ultimate price.
Oh, Little Mermaid, hair of red…
Don’t you wish you’d chosen the ocean instead?

--July 2011