It’s about being seen
\nAnd where we have been
\nTo the Faroe Islands
\nAnd to Taiji
\nOur fins burn their wake
\nAnd they sadly partake
\nOf our capture
\nWhich most of you see<\/p>\n
The rattle and boom
\nwhich awakens each tomb
\nOf our ancestors
\nFor those who ply
\nThe waters of earth
\nAnd all of their worth
\nFor in Taiji and the Faroe’s
\nWe die<\/p>\n
Minced up in grief
\nIt beggars belief
\nThe evil of men
\nSometimes less than ten
\nAnd they have the right
\nTo badger and fright
\nSuch vociferation
\nFrom such a crap nation<\/p>\n
Sends us all haywire
\nInside we perspire
\nSensitive beings
\nAudible pain
\nThe banging of pipes
\nAgain and again
\nBy the vile gutter snipes
\nThe amplification
\nThe thunderous sound
\nThe hammers the slaughter
\nThose Bastards abound<\/p>\n
Its the japanese fishermen
\nAnd The Faroese
\nBoth fucking monsters
\nWho slaughter
\nAnd Our blood fills the seas<\/p>\n
We die in this melee
\nOf lustful desire
\nCreataceans so saddened
\nCaught up in your fire
\nWill you help us?
\nWill you stand with us?
\nAnd fight our cause?
\nDon’t ever leave us
\nDon’t ever pause
\nWe all cry out loud
\nWhat we see at Taiji
\nOur relatives torn apart
\nSo tortured they be<\/p>\n
In the Faroe Islands
\nOur pilots are lost
\nCajoled into coves
\nAt an enormous cost
\nTheir blood fills the ocean
\nAgain and again
\nLike yesterday 25 sweet lives
\nTheir pain
\nWas felt by us all
\nAnd it drives us insane<\/p>\n
Just tiny amounts of our blood in the sea
\nWorks on us all homeopathically
\nThe minimum dose draws us in sucks us down
\nYes we all swim but some then will drown
\nFor each of our brethren that do have to die
\nThe sickness we feel from that blood
\nBecomes high
\nThese are our relatives
\nWe are in touch with our ancestors too
\nAnd we don’t like this much<\/p>\n
Unlike your dark force
\nUnlike human beings
\nLost from their source
\nBanished of light
\nThese fiends who devour us
\nAre blacker And evil
\nThey are sadistic devils
\nWho have lost their right<\/p>\n
We feel all this agony
\nAll of the ocean
\nPolluted to hell
\nBy the blood of our own
\nThe sinews the muscle
\nThe cartilage the horror
\nThe spirit the soul
\nAnd even the bone<\/p>\n
We are now pleading
\nFor comfort and care
\nWe are now hoping
\nAbove all else you share
\nA love and a kindness
\nAnd stop all this stuff
\nStop all this murder
\nWe’ve all had enough<\/p>\n
We can’t hide
\nWe swim with the surf
\nin the brine
\nWe are creatures of joy
\nThat is the sign
\nAnd to exploit our freedom
\nAnd murder and kill
\nAnd frighten and torture
\nJust at your will
\nWith our wives and our mothers
\nOur lovers our sons
\nYou kill them in front of us
\nYou know that stuns
\nEven the most powerful
\nOur sweet hearts you break
\nWhen you destroy our pods
\nFor a slice of our cake<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s about being seen And where we have been To the Faroe Islands And to Taiji Our fins burn their wake And they sadly partake Of our capture Which most of you see The rattle and boom which awakens each … Continue reading