Abandonment of rightfulness 98 & 99

The hybrid blue number 98
Was harpooned to death today
A pregnant Fin number 99
Ofcourse was made to pay

Carrying her baby
Imagine that a while
Coming up for the tell tale air
Trying to reconcile
Whether its safe to do that
For the harpooners are around
But gasping for the little one
And then the tell tale sound

The great whoosh as rhe vile harpoon
Rips into ones head
explodes
Of course like crazy
Thats when your supposed to be dead
But you hang on in there hoping
That your baby is going to be
Safe and sound but ofcourse its not
And you know they are GUILTY

The bastards they are worthy of that title
Thats for sure
The bomb explodes and reaches into the mothers
core
Her life under the ocean
And her devotion for
Her baby has come to an end
And we all know what for

Soma madman now in Iceland
Can watch these beauties die
Can see them cut to ribbons
In the wink of just one eye
And all their fluke and belly meat
Cut off and in deep freeze
Because he has no market
Which for him is just a breeze

Murdering for no reason
A country on the brink
Of causing such a rumpus
Everything about this
Really what a stink
What a vile procedure
What a rampant fool
Wasting wonderful creatures
All so loved by us all