This is not the way

This is not the way

I expected you would see me

slung across  a paving lost and gone

with my guts strewn out

a sickening manifestation

yes my dears it just goes on and on

–

how we suffer at the hands

of the Fareoese

they murder us

their violence is unique

its like a wall of blood lust

provided for the meek

we make no claims on people

we swim the oceans blue

there is no rhyme or reason

what we do is true

so to feel the wrath and evil

of the Faroe Islanders who

drag us like some vile creation

and cut us in two

they butcher us

they violate every

mortal sin

barbarians of bluster

hell cats wearing thin

inflaming in us

feelings that detonate inside

irascible and aggressive

for we have no place to hide

I lay here clearly helpless

my guts spilled for the world

I never goaded anyone

as the mists of time

were swirled

above me and beyond me

in space tis now I be

wondering if it will ever end

when we are free

These islanders

have issues

tradition tells them we

are food fit for their table

its no secret we can see

our bodies laced with toxins

the sickness brought on by

the corporate affliction

of dumping out the sky

they jettison their evil

into our sweet domain

and we of course now harbour it

the work of your insane

I lay here, just a body

torn and left to rot

my guts strewn so your eyes can see

I am ready for their pot

ready to fill their stomachs

the toxins to reach their brain

there clearly is no end in sight

for your whole world seems insane