Iceland 100 and 101

Clearly loftsson resents the fact
That his action makes him known
As sullen nasty bit of work
And his violence it has shown
His truest colours to us all
In the way that he believes
He should take it out on endangered whales
But in reality deceives
Himself for being resentful
Hardly the quality
Of a man who is a CEO
And successfully
Operates a company
Selling fish abroad
With a smouldering anger
In his heart
That he just cannot afford
Wrathfulness and fisticuffs
The man it does not make
He is fast become a monster
Wanting all his cake

Killing the worlds great fin whales
He has lost all respect
Which desecrates his honour
And his health will soon eject
Him as a caring person
And this will affect his life
He is a outrageous man in fact
Fuelled by inner strife

He needs to learn some pity
Some compassion or else he
Will end up cripped in his brain
Without sympathy
For all gods living creatures
We are wrinkled blackguards who
Will end up in an early grave
Which some will hope is true

A poem for each pair of whales
Everytime they are killed
Everytime I think of all
The blood this man has spilled
He is evil to his very core
His nationalistic crap
And will go to hell because of it
Where they are going to wrap

Him up in fire and brimstone
For all the souls he’s killed
For all the hearts he has broken
As their spirits chilled
The man is clearly crazy
A sadness in a way
And all those beautiful whales he’s killed
Yes he made them pay

For his arrogance
And his total lack of love and compassion