Pilot Whales they each have tails
a heart a soul and they
Have families
they swim in their pods
Every single day
tremendously gifted
creatures to the fore
what the Faroese do
is promise them a war
youngsters, parents grand parents
anywhere they go
if its near the Faroes
then rapidly they know
dishonesty and insincerity
artfulness and pain
these retards with their GRIND as such
will torture them again
abjectness and disgracefulness
rascality and more
spivvery and turpitude
they don’t make love just war
with blistering intention
with divided allegiance, they
double cross their god, theirselves
Every single day
reach the water
cut and slice and they
take away their innocence
a breath of pure dismay
chicanery and manipulation
crime and felony
metered out to angels
the pilots of the sea
their suffering
each nightmare
the martyrdom of grief
unpleasantness
and infliction
It is beyond belief
sadness yes and mournfulness
are the greatest tale of woe
Desolation and vexation
Going too and fro
pilot whales of course
Have tails
have eco conscience too
have souls and spirits
doom and gloom
And stress they are not getting
Through
wondrous angels
warriors
Tormented as they die
Maltreated and angst ridden
in the blue
under the sky.