A small boy sits astride a dead pilot whale

A sea of blood
And sinew too
Decapitation
Bad but true
A little boy
His wellies white
Rides a pilot whale
The light

Of decency and true respect
Gone And I must interject
Must feel for how that whale
Drenched in carnage from head
To tail
Its holocaust
Its vile event
And Nobody there though will repent

For culture and tradition’s right
These viking throwbacks All lost sight
Blood shedding destruction
Of life we see
“Ride em cowboy”
You must be
Confident of your place there
Straddled over
Such vile despair

As for them
There was no chance
Their mercury laden bodies were
Sickly as they shuddered long
As some of you might now concur
PCB’s and DDT
And Fire retardents
All now be
Suffocating their desire
To pass on our shit
In the coming fire

Smother stifle liquidate
Cut to ribbons annihilate
Show no respect of death at all
Abuse them at their final call
A murdered soul engulfed in death
The malignancy of stealth and breath
Denied of these, cataceans who
Have never ever harmed any of you

Their lives before this evil day
When this misery bore them away
The holy lance severed their spine
The sanctity of their divine
And upon this corpse
Bloodied and sore
She will be remembered
For ever more

A fareoese boy
Astride her soul
A muffled drum
The morning roll
Of beating hearts across the world
Who feel the contempt
And how its hurled
The total insensitivity
The unconsciousness
This travesty
Utter contempt
For the karmic debt
That clearly in stone
Has now been set