The great fin whale

Influenced by their endangered status
Icelands Minster of Fisheries states
Kristjan Loftssons HVALUR AF
Potency it truly grates
In her very soul, a moments reflection
On the graceful beast
100,000 or so still swimming
Murdering them is now the least
Prevailing thought
For she knew
Kristjan wanted to hunt them
169 would do

These massive beasts baleen whales
48000 kilos weight
A massive vulnerability
Contingent just to state
Iceland as a nation
Had to step in and to say
The killing that had gone before
Had to end today

The great Paul Watson
And his crew
Aboard the John Paul De Joria they
Were on the high seas making fast
To try to stop the carnage
Way
before the announcement
They were ready
To take on the killing and to try
And stop what they all saw as madness
There was no reason why

Any nation should continue killing
It made no sense no sense at all
It was the fin whales habitation
A colossus constantly on call
A wondrous form of creative contours
An adventurer and voyager who
Lives and died within the oceans
It’s right to be there good and true

Four tons a day of krill
Sieved from
Seventy cubic metres of sea
The world of a nature
Encompasses
What is its palpability

Imagining icelandic man
Stalking such a massive foe
And killing it with explosive charges
Creating a destructive woe
It’s brain a mind of infinite magic
Being hunted in this way
Suffering a vile misjudgement
Couched in evil and dismay
Suffering grief and awesome sorrow
Blown apart to kingdom come
Iniquitous of insidious nature
Under a whalers ugly thumb

What is actually pure perfection
Impeccable in every way
A peaceful giant in its arena
A master mariner they say
Uncontrolled and unilateral
Unconquered and unbowed
Responsive and involved completely
Demonstrative and so endowed