Scum bags who blame their ancestors

Pilot whales are made up of mothers and their sons and daughters
Grand parents a family tree in Atlantic waters
Feeding on the squid and octopus frequenting there
The drive plays on the loyalty and love
The parents hold
For their youth and babies
who they will injure be told
Parents never leave their young
They all die that’s the pain
Of blaming the ancestors
Whole pods wiped out again

The Faroe Islanders are a bunch of criminals murdering scumbags