80 pilot whales 13 white sided dolphins

The Faroes saw war on the beaches
Brutality right in your face
80 big pilot whales
Butchered to death
Thor would have seen the disgrace

These mammals are innocent victims
A whole family tree
Wiped out, they
Would have died in such sadness
All slashed to death
In the blood of their relatives
pay

A state of grace
As they swam through the sea
Wide eyed and thoughtful
Blameless and free
Then met with the evil
Of the viking hordes
Who came at them screaming
And brandishing swords

Supposedly trained assassins
Of war
Slicing through bodies
Whats it all for
Are they starving
Are we watching a throwback
To some ancient time
As 80 pilot whales
Make the terrible climb

Into a heaven lost to the world
Along with some white side dolphins
They then hurled
onto the jetty
To be butchered as well
Or as we see tonight
Left bleeding in hell

Whole bodies just discarded
To leach into the sea
To abandon their bodies
Like this shouldnt be
it shows no respect
An abysmal display
Proving that they just waste
So much every day

They lack due respect
They are as wicked as hell
Iniquitous people
Trying to sell
Their purity out to the world
Subsistence they
Need to supplement food
And the grind is the way

But coming back we see
In the rolling tide
Bodies of white sided dolphins
That slide
some with their backs cut off
The rest thrown away
Chucked in the sea and left to decay

This smacks at wickedness
And being uncaring
Disrespecting the animals
Who they are sharing
Where are their morals
Its callousness too
No ones squeaky clean
When you see what they do
Make out they are victims
And island breed
Who need to do grinds
Just to succeed
How hard done by they are
From the rest of us who
Get our meat from the abattoirs
And what they do

Is kill in the open
They dont hide away
We are the hypocrites
Thats what they say
And they wont be told what to do
For they feel
That we laptop activists
Ought to get real

Its what they do
Is their culture of soughts
If we were all vegan
Then some of our thoughts
Might get through to them
But they believe
That most of us deny
Them the right to achieve

But now in the breakers
What do we see
Sad broken bodies
Discarded they be
Fetuses torn out
so their children can play
Which is no way to teach
Respect no no way
It more we abuse them
Unthinkingly
Preparing them really
For rascality

Insulting their senses
In the darkest of ways
For me its a vile
And self made malaise
Disrespecting nature
And the creative sphere
Each is a miracle of life
And thats clear
But driving them shorewards
And slicing them though
And abandoning some of them
Out in the blue
Leaking their juices
Into the sea
To be there forever
Homeopathically