The bottom of the barrel
Is where Iceland now finds
Its whalers and their dregs of sin
Clearly they have minds
Akin to sewers actually
For Murderers they be
Harpooning fin whales
And today a blue hybrid
As we see
A mother blue and father fin
Both endangered whales
The ingratitude of being
So culpable which pales
Beyond belief of anyone
Who lives a sentient life
These whalers are true spivvery
Designed to cause us strife
Dragging us back behind their ships
For everyone to see
Including the whale watchers
Who seem apparently
Happy to see us dying whilst
Our friends are swimming by
Tasting the semblance of our blood
As we slowly die
With all the raucous seabirds
Going mad to try
And taste our dying blubber
Whale watching crews who try
To look the other way ofcourse
Their embarrassed and some shocked
And so another hybrid whale
The ocean depths are rocked
We are so very rare
And therefore why they want catch
Any of us actually
Hunting in our patch
Harpooning us giving us agony and more
Every day two more are killed
This LOFTSSon is at war
Its unfitting and inappropriate
Discriminatory too
And his government turns a blind eye
And I am told a lot of you
Tourists going to iceland
Demand they say to eat
Minke whale which is why they sail
And also catch the treat
Of killing us the fin whale
For the fluke meat we
Have and the japanese diners like
And our best belly
The rest is for the dog food
Or basically thrown away
ICeland is an arrogmat nation
Thats what we all say
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.