Iceland and the world of whaling

The existence of whales
In the oceans of life
Their very survival
From the blight and the strife
Created by man and his worldly pursuit
And his readiness really to run with the brute

Stubborn realities
Clouded each urge
From a vacuum sometimes
The angels emerge
They see the extinction of greatness
And feel
A cause for nirvana
And visionary zeal

Iceland a country created with fire
Out of the ocean from purest desire
It leapt from the depths
To be born in the blue
With its chasms and geysers
And ruggedness too

Its people have courage
They fight for the right
For their inherent beauty
And of course the white light
Their ethos to follow
The natural way
With humour and temper
Each and every day

Once they were whalers
Steadfast and strong
They plundered the ocean
Yet saw it was wrong
To kill the great beast
The magnificent ones
For their blubber and fat
With their explosive guns

And they themselves got to thinking
In this day and age
The cetacean god forms
Had swum off their page
They were all perfection
A class of their own
Superior beings
As always was known

They learned to respect them
Their great vocal cries
That spread through the ocean
And into the skies
Beyond human spirit
To lodge in the heart
In the soul of the angel
That just for a start

And so from this year
The whalers have said
ICELAND stands proud
Not another whale dead
Will bleed in our seas
On our sands
Not again
Will we generate death
Nor tolerate pain

The wailing sounds will no longer
Be
Echoing loudly in our salt sea
We learned to love them
They showed us how
To embrace and to face up
To what is the now

Thank You ICEland yours is the next place i will
Visit and write about.