The expectancy of a plundered resource
Their black fins sailing they are there of course
Living being noble souls
Now under what is their controls
The trolls are out there knives of steel
A grey horizon that all can feel
The evil of it
Their bloody ways
The waves are Crimson
As a cetacean pays
Lying dying crying sighing
Speed boats there is no denying
That is ugly that is sad
More boats than whales
The worlds gone mad
The Faroes grind rap
Recently where pilot whales
Were hacked to death
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.