Iceland 118 and 119

Unregretting and obdurate
Just describes this man
KRISTJAN LOFTSSON
Of the Icelandic clan
Gwo more whales relentlessly
Uncaring sods
Unashamed unreformed
Conscienceless bods
They abandon compassion
Binge eating fools
Profligate self-indulgent
Make up their own rules

They wallown self pity
Felons who do seek
Outlawry rebellion
And now every week
Follow their perversion
Of their souls who we
See as a blessing
The great whakes of the sea

Fin whales
Giant beasts
Endangered
Yes they be
The ritual of this hunting
And the killing that all see
Coming up to share the air
And harpooned right away
Hapless and creative
But murdered every day

Such an costly price
For a gulp of air
Its no kiss of peace
Its such despair
A hell fire blow
That ruptures and
Causes great agony
They cant stand
Blown inside out
Such evil here
Inside their brain
The dreadful fear

Do they remain
Below the waves
And drown
Alas
In watery graves
Or dare they rise
Into the air
And be shot to death
It cant be fair

“Flora”and “Gaia” feel every wince
The god of the underworld
Ever since
LOFTSSON has murdered
These beautiful whales
Puts fire and brimstone
Into their sails
The HVALUR 8 & 9:
Carry the hordes
WitH exploding grenades
And ugly swords

Each whale is a deity
A glorification
And this travesty
Should rock the nation
Of man who dares
To harpoon whales
And seemingly
He never fails

“Neptune” the great God
Is on their case
And warnings are posted
For the human race
As whale after whale
Are dragged ashore
Screaming and beseeching
For evermore

The implosion of tissue
Abominably clear
The ocean wide
The spreading fear
The clouds of seagulls
Announce the kill
And eyes that now witness it
All Feel the chill