More of the grind

The narrow minded islanders
Fanatics through and through
Their reality is shot away
Just watch them and you do
Realise their prejudice
Their clanishness for they
Rebut all sentient argument
And continue to make their play

There is complete mindlessness
Irrational they are
A blindness of the obvious
Seemingly they star
In their own vile drama
Played out by the sea
The slaughter of the pilot whales
That they believe must be

A sombre cause of action
Within the shoreline where
The whales are surely driven
Into complete despair
They are met by homo sapiens
Prepared to have a go
At slaughtering the entire pod
Knowing what we know

They are maniac butchers
No training whatsoever
They are there to murder
Many far from clever
Destruction of a species
Creating a violent death
Its a sort of ritual killing
Of denying them their breath

A blood bath for all tender eyes
A complete extermination
Thigh deep in their blood and snot
Seen as a celebration
Which positively tells us
Who these retards are
As evil as the night is long
And obviously now far

Removed from true humanity
A repellance let us say
They have lost all equilibrium
Its upped and flown away
They talk up their traditions
They have lost their power to care
And clearly their compassion
Was never really there

Violence is a keyword
Demented and severe
And every citizen picks it up
And runs with it, its clear
They seem to all be overjoyed
To be bellicose and rough
To surge forward into battle
And not to get enough

To smash into the victims
To cut them down to size
They seem to be so heartless
They fail to realise
That whales are very special
In the earthling order they
Are intelligent and social
And are joyful one can say

So to wrench and smash and torture
All the sexes here
Mothers carrying babies
Who sail the seas in fear
Rolling into battle
With men with flashing steel
Seeing their relatives cut to shreds
We can all know how they feel

Fruits of the womb before us
Perhaps the family tree
Represented in these pods
Their heredity
Destruction therefore has to be
The debacle of all time
Apocalyptic reasoning drenched
In crimson chyme

The effect of all this carnage
Of the coastal waters where
Gallons and gallons of steaming blood
Have changed the auras there
The magic of the minimum dose
Effectively does show
A colossal negativity in the
Salient ebb and flow

It really is a wonder that the whales
Seem unaware
Or they may have realised the auric veil
Is everywhere
And being driven as they are
Into the violent past
Its an unbelievable feeling
Knowing ones die is cast

You could feel its unfathomable
The monotony right here
Around these dreadful islands
Such a multitude of fear
As one is killed so others
Then realise the pain
The emotion its their family
It must do things to their brain

They really possess unity
A oneness and a whole
Their togetherness is obvious
Thats how they control
Their lives a great convoy of care
Digging into their relationships
One must wonder how they fair

On this battlefield of hatred
Where the focus is to kill
The half crazed drunken idiots
Whose only thought to spill
Their precious blood and cause
Them really awful pain
And thus we have to try and find
A reason why they deign

To ever swim these waters
With the negative aura here
Having regard to their sensitivity
And the wanton fear
That must be mapped out somewhere
In the echelons of power
But seemingly they are hoodwinked
In the energising shower

For me a simple poet
With nature in my heart
Each time the grind is underway
Thats of course when I start
To wonder how this carnage
Can happen for so long
How there isn’t a kind of memory
Something proving it was wrong

No instinctive message from the god world
No turbulence to feel
No frenzy or upheaval
Nothing to reveal
The disorder that is coming
The anarchical desire
To put to death the living
In a great maelstrom of fire

And so we have the guardians
Their courage clearly shows
The rest of us that the need is great
And as we know it grows
Despite the obligations and rules
That protect the sea
The Faroe’s and the Japanese
Their infamous Taiji

Have set in place a slaughter ground
Where many cetaceans die
Such torture and such agony
Go on beneath the sky
We protest long and hard of course
But the perpetrators still
Without a glimpse of consciousness
Continue at will

Talking up their culture
Their tradition and their soul
Their severity and harshness
Really takes its toll
Not only on the animals
But on the protestors too
Who kind of share the agony
With the angels of the blue

As our appeals fall on deaf ears
As the psychopaths emerge
With predatory ignorance
And every kind of urge
Related to the killings
With Denmark at it too
Sending its bloody warships
To frighten as they do

With police all over the shoreline
Protecting the murdering scum
And arresting sea shepherds angels
And of course they do have some
Giving up their precious time
To work on the front line
Trying to protect the wild life
Being their living shrine

Throwing them in a dingy cell
Treating them with contempt
This wonderful world is disintegrating
As we all pre -empt
the reasoning behind this
How can it go on
These are other species
Created to be upon

This earth that we all share here
Its not for us to be
Slaughtering animals as we are
And for whales they certainly
Are protected as a species
It makes no sense at all
They are loaded up with mercury
And PCB’s, the school
of thought
Is out it seems to me
For consuming as they do
What amounts to toxic waste
Is beginning to kill them too

We must all keep up the pressure
Their loss of face to me
Is nothing compared to the poisoning
Of their children actually
To pregnant women who of course
Know the perils anyway
And the carnage and its effect on us
All of this must play

Heavily into the psyche it has to everywhere
And we must stop this fearful carnage
And the growing despair
Felt around the world the social media circus too
The murder of the innocent
Brings a karmic debt its true

Down upon the people and the oceans that abound
It does nothing for the children
Who in this dogma drowned
The islanders are cut off from the world one has to say
But they are not subsistence hunters they go shopping everyday
Its not what once it was, not now
The world has of course moved on
The need to murder a species in fact of course is gone
And don’t talk about tradition
Talk about respect
Consider speciesism
And the rest of this reject

Whatever Denmark intends to do
Realise that we
The citizens of Mother Earth
Will fight this constantly
We feel the need to tell you all
Whales should never be
Driven into slaughter
With such rigidity

Learn to love and appreciate
Not murder at your will
The wild life are a shared resource
Not for Denmark to kill
And with your bloody naval ships
The world will turn on you
Will boycott Danish goods abroad
If you continue to

Support the murdering grinds

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