Hate

They often fire back salvo’s
At me about the way
I cover their whale hunting
But really I have to say
These medieval customs
Are past their sell by date
Their wrongness and their queerness
And their oddness I dont rate

There is something clearly rotten
A badness a disgrace
Unjustifiablity
Their so called humane race
Full on inexcusability
Guiltiness and sin
Wickedness and unrighteousness
How did it all begin

Arrestable offences
An unwarranted display
Injurious mischievious
At the end of the day
Illegitimate reprehensible
Discriminatory too
What they do to Pilot Whales
Shows they are clueless to

The unbelievable cruelty
And viciousness they hold
Mordacity and rancour
On destruction they seem sold
There really are no excuses
For they are beyond the pale
None of them are starving
Thats their medieval tale

A forbidding ugly .pastime
Gloomy in every way
Causing offence to all who see
What happens in the bay
The wrathfulness their fierceness
The irritation too
The malevolence the acrimony
All of it is true

THe Faroes we should boycott
Their salmon and their fish
Anything from those savage isles
What the world does wish
Is that these island people
Realise that they
Havent got the right to slaugher
Whales what ere they say

And clearly there is a loathing
An antipathy for they
Butcher and carve to pieces
All comers come what may
The abhorrence the disaffection
The hostlility we feel
For their rancour and their resentment
Which for us is very real

On the other hand the pilot whales
Have affection and do care
THey have a wild intimacy
They are all aware
How beautiful wild life is
But not so the faroes who
Are vampires such blood sucking fiends
Doing what they all do

And not an ounce of gallantry
All cowards if you ask me
Cutting up the mothers
And the children of the sea
Slicing through their blubber
Blood suckers every one
Brazen faced and flagrant
When each day is done

I pray one day an end to this
Evil vile intent
The whales given free passage
For they are heaven sent