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The enemy of nature
Is iceland and those who
Are out their harpooning
Fin whales
With nothing else to do

They use their domination
Wanton destructibility
Bloody search and violate
These souls
Through perpetuity

Imposing such brutality
Continually each day
Sending forth their
Vile grenades
To rupture and explode
To engage it in such evil
Bursting natures code

These norseman’s hearts
Are wooden
Their hatred for the sea
Their masculine projection
Crucially They be
Encompassing the massive strength
And vigour constantly

2 more whales swimming before
Now lie dead and gone
Patriarchy has emerged and sits
Expertly on
THe ship towing cadavers
In the seabirds realm
The screeching and the cawing
Is bound to overwhelm.

A sadness as rhe great tears fall
On dying eyes as we
All of us who know about these death
Cry constantly
Watching them dragged under tow
Back to the butchery
Back to the knives and the guillotines
With the dear souls flying free