Rex Tyler's Poetry Blog

Chickens lay
It’s the sacred way
Of promoting their creed
Hens use the deed
To further their lot
A future they have got
Instead sadly dead
Unfertilised bounty
Lost to the creed
Burn out of the quagmire
Where many bleed
In prisons of wrath
Excrement loaded
So much cruelty
Yes it be coded
By the illiterates
Every day
No one’s a prophet now
You can say

Iceland murders Fin Whales The second largest soul To frequent the cold waters A baleen whale whose will Is to swim the vast oceans And what do Icelanders do Only about two percent Is eaten there So few Ever want to eat the flesh or the blubber Most discarded Or frozen and shipped to Japan Where of course it’s guarded It’s not as if they are hungry Shipped off to Japan And a lot is thrown back into the sea Really man for man Kristjan loftsson The skipper who believes He was born Toharpoon whales And this he achieves Murderous vicious horrible weaponry Agony and worse Explosive harpoons Frighteningly Clearly are a curse So much blood and thunder Dire and dirty they, Scream into the heavens When the Icelandic hunters stray These are gentle giants Soft hearts brilliant minds Hunted very viciously The great bids see the signs Iceland holds its ugly weaponry Hears the torrid screams so loud Why is Kristian doing this Such intent is soured Regression so abominable One man one ship one soul Murdering these beautiful beasts He is out of control

captain A sailor
His riches are many
This whale hunting misery
Sailing the seas
Shooting harpoons Into beautiful creatures
With great hearts and souls
He is their disease
He murders these fine beasts
Tortured and frightens them
Weighing great tonnage Drags them along
It may take hours For death to accomplish
His weird fascination
He thinks he has powers
Over them such is his sickness
Destroying beautiful creatures Who traverse the deep
And what does he do with such splendid creations
Cuts them to pieces This vilest of creep
Flogs them to Japan Where parts are then eaten
sold as fish fillets
Not whale meat for he Knows
that sensitive workers In several ports
Would boycott the cargo Protected species There are lots of people Who hold lovely thoughts
For whales being slaughtered All over the oceans Fin whales these baleen whales Giants among
Creature below the waves Breaching and showing Their glorious body mass Yes the unsung