Iceland 86 and 87 two beautiful fin whales.

There we see them two more whales
Being dragged along
Not surreptitiously
They do not belong
In an open air butchery
But what we see
Is blatant aggression
And sick infamy

Beautiful creatures
Endangered souls
Stolen from the depths
To meet Icelands goals
Of murdering 191 whales
Or even some more
of the sick whalers tales

This iclandic whaler
Needs an award
The most evil whaler
Earth dare afford
He wont eat his charges
And may not even sell
Just pay having them frozen
Thats what he does well

Whales dont belong to him
What he now does
Is murders creative force
He gets a buzz
Out of seeing these great creatures
Flensed in his yard
A sadistic monster
Who believes he is hard

In reality actually
Where he should be is behind bars
And a live commentary
So we all can add what we think
To the page
Leaving him feeling the mind of rage

We feel each day we see
Whales dragged ashore
Stolen from angelic realms
By his war
Of attrition and emnity
For them and I
As I write poems for them
Have tears in my eye.