Murdering scumbags

Butchers and flensers
Thats all they are
Neanderthal yobbos
Their Open abattoir
A blood bath where innocents
Whole family trees
Are driven and striven
In blood up to their knees

The beaches of crimson
Of sinew and gut
A fetus or two
Its open and shut
They are clearly
Brazen horrific I’d say
How they slaughtered
The Whales in the water today

Two legged piranhas
A transgressing crowd
Cutting and thrusting
And all looking proud
The last place on earth
Anybody should go
One hopes that the mercury
Soon gets to show

Pcb’s ddt cadmium lots
Pesticides plastics
Even the twats
Will feel it inside them
No matter how they
Ignore what we tell them
At the end of the day

Its hopeless me telling them
They are just ghouls
Ill-omened and ominous
They take on roles
Its intimidation
Of warriors who
Care about animals
And take a view

They shouldnt be tortured
They ought be allowed
To swim in their freedom
And not all be showered
In each others blood
At the end of the day
Thanks to the faroes
The butchers who bay

At the tops of their voices
Whilst flensing away
Pulling outv organs
And intestines display
They are just vulgar
Who’d want to meet
These bloody butchers
Out on the street.

An island of wonder
Of green cliffs
And sea
It should be a paradise
But instantly
Today in the ocean mistrust and fear
Indifference to wild life
And its very clear
Wild life doesnt belong
To the Faroes oh no
Its shared by us all
Up and below

Ocean tribes needful
Of cooperation
These moving masses
Are true creation
And for islanders
Out there driving this sin
Calling it culture
No one can win

The world should be boycotting
The Faroes today
Stop buying their fish
Tell them we say
Whilst theu murder
The wild life
Expecting us all
To support their markets
Then their exports will fall