Iceland 130 and 131

We plunder creation
As Iceland the nation
And ofcourse our salvation
To slaughter and kill
The great norse god message
The evil apparent
Loftsson in tow
As the fin whales blood spill

This is the thinking
Of Iceland its people
The flensing the brainwashed
The nations behind
All of this squalor
Its about the dollar
Its wretched its violent
But thats underlined

Fin whales endangered
Who cares just creation
The nation has spoken
It thus does agree
Taking tourist money
To watch whales and kill them
That is the height
Of their hypocrisy

And the commentator
Sea shepherd he makes it
So matter of fact
The workers are there
To feed their families
As if we would all do this
Honestly speaking
I really despair

For the whales
for the innocent
The weak and the lonely
The sensitive souls
Those moved to cry
For out there are hoodlums gangsters
And rotters
Who will tread on the sensitives
And watch them die

My poem is written for the whales
Who felt the wrath today of Iceland
The agony today too