Anger

So the great whaling station
And the happy employees
Are clearly an angry mob
Waiting to burst
And what we saw yesterday was one of them
Picked up a rifle
And showed us all how he was cursed

Firing live bullets
At wild black backed gulls
Who were tasting some whale bits
They are clearly numbskulls
With live ammunition
On a whaling dock he
Killed them his anger
Stretched down to the sea

What a cold hearted bastard
He easily could have fired blanks
But not him
Offers no thanks
Kills for the sake of it
Innocent birds
Sharing the bounty
I am lost for words

But then this is whaling
Hunters are shit
Call themselves human
They are not fit
To be

What they are doing
To the angelic spirits within all those whales