The Norns and the Faroe islanders

“What once was”
“What is coming into being”
And “What should be”
The norns mythology tells
The Norseman the spirit
For me it just yells
Across the great islands
The bluest of sea
Where fulmar still fly
And the pilots still be

These souls if you like
Spin their threads everyday
For all living beings
They revere and pay
Immense thought and care
To each souls salvation
With the passing of time
Possibly isolation

Muddies the waters
Slows down the thought
Murdering pilot whales
That they have caught
Driven with motor boats
Onto the sand
And then cut to ribbons
By their own hand

To me an irreverence
A blasphemy
Cursing the spirits
Forgetting to be
What once was
A living delightful soul
Living in pods
Taking control

The Faroes
The islanders
Do seem to me
To be choked by tradition
Unable to see
To remember real culture
How is it right
The children of darkness
In their true flight

Why are they tortured
Why are they killed
Why are you saying
Their blood should be spilled
You import your hell fire
Into their souls
Your abode of evil
Brimstonian trolls

They swim with nirvana
Their true family tree
Who live in their hearts
With a real loyalty
Each a living goddess
A heavenly host
That you drive and you slaughter
And then sadly boast

As their blood and entrails
Simply colour the sea
And its done with your children
There constantly
You tear out each fetus
“What is coming into being”
And “What shall be”
Yes its all seeing

The eyes of the world
Are upon you today
Mythology possibly blows you away
Culture tradition just words in some book
The scourge that you dish out
That vile filthy hook
You use now to punish the angels of blue
And murder their babies
As you know you do

Are you so hungry
And would you die
Don’t look up at the rocks
Agriculture that lie
Won’t wash anymore
You have salmon galore
You export to china
Yes more and more

You have supermarkets
And plenty of fayre
You don’t need to kill them
And make them aware
That you are the king pins
You Have the power
To share out the spoils
As you do on the hour

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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