Iceland 141 and 142

Another great soul lies quietly
On the floor of the icelandic dock
Where loftsson’s butchers are working
Flensing away such a shock
These beautiful whales were just swimming
In the cold water and they
Need the breath of the masters
To continue
But sadly were harpooned straight away

Imagine creations misjudgement
That whales have to surface for air
And men would be waiting with explosive grenades
Not wanting ever to share
The oxygen so freely given
Who lives and exists on this earth
But Icelandic people
Care of this loftsson
Have discovered that whales have much worth

And therefore each time they come up
To breathe
The harpooners are on their case
Imagine creation her realisation
The cruel nasty vile human race

And so once more two whales were swimming
Enjoying their freedom today
And now they are dead and being sliced through
What on earth can people say
Icelandic whalers are the lowest of the low
And Loftsson the millionaire
He needs to go

To hell in a chariot thats now my wish