The female hordes

He who slaughters the female hordes
Leaps into the surf brandishing swords
Slicing through tissue as live as can be
Killing the babies till that moment Free
Blood in the water lashings
of gore
Anyone can do it it’s all out war
Against the females the great peaceful pods
Drawn in and murdered by the ugliest sods

They call it culture of the sentient beast
Riddled with mercury i like that least
So eating the flesh of the wounded and lost
Comes at a honestly terrible cost
The oceans pollution is everywhere
Eating their flesh creates such despair
It enters the brain the adrenals as well
For this is the waste that cometh from Hell

Whalers they call themselves sick evil nuts
Some fire harpoons that explode in their guts
Some use their knives and they slash and they tear
And they scream to the heavens because they all care
The Faroes the Japanese the Norwegians too
We should all boycott their products
If you
Boycott their products and let them feel
The wrath then that path would become very real

Yes let them suffer their economies
Falter and fall let somebody seize
The great opportunity to save our friends
The whales of the ocean for all life depends
On them in the end,and those few countries who
Use science or culture to do what they do
They are pariahs in so Many ways
And I will fight on for the rest of My days

You will make huge orogits from whale watching
And learn from them in the process