I cannot see his eyes
\nHis soul though is not resident
\nSmothered in the rich red blood
\nAnd the enjoyment and content
\nThe meanness of the murdering phase
\nWill be with me now all my days
\nAn inflexibility
\nBrute force and might
\nAnd tyranny<\/p>\n
Domineering a brutal lout
\nWe can see what he is about
\nTo get his pound of flesh he will
\nWade into the bloody sea and kill
\nHis expression shows no empathy
\nJust coercion by necessity<\/p>\n
Look at his stance
\nA bloodied knife
\nHe is conscripted to deny life
\nFor the innocent whales
\nWho have done no harm
\nWho remained a force
\nSo forever calm<\/p>\n
Till they were driven to the coast
\nWhere the Danish Navy they will boast
\nSubjugation for those who try
\nTo save the whales
\nI wonder why
\nThe Danish Navy should muscle in
\nAnd add to the Faroe’s world on sin<\/p>\n
An island warrior thats his deed
\nA chance to kill and then to bleed
\nTo stand his ground in the watery grave
\nWhere the big whales come to try to save
\nThemselves from the loss of honour there
\nAnd of course are cut down in extreme despair<\/p>\n
His face is gripped with a darkening stare
\nCheerlessness occupies features there
\nA certain banality in his look
\nImagining he will be brought to book<\/p>\n
An unsightliness certainly no oil painting
\nClearly repellent opponents fainting
\nNot fit to be seen in this bloodied state
\nUnseemly and ravaged up to this date<\/p>\n
To disrespect is everywhere
\nIt bursts out of him and we can share
\nThe humiliation the aweless state
\nClearly now he cannot wait
\nTo get into another and another for he
\nIs out there killing in the sea
\nA pitiless soldier he has become
\nNeglecting his station and remaining numb<\/p>\n
These are the typical islander men
\nWho live by their wits and rarely pen
\nAnything clearly about the whales
\nExcept of course to cut off their tails
\nTheir heads and bathe in the sticky blood
\nDrink it imagine the sinister flood
\nOf their own making of every thrust
\nInto the bodies of the good and just<\/p>\n
On the shoulders of this man
\nA heavy weight
\nA disdainfulness and a lofty trait
\nA warm reception from bis wife and friends
\nDespite the message that he sends
\nWe are unimpressed by his stature here
\nWe are shocked to see him drenched in fear
\nHis lack of conscience in our face
\nAnd his betrayal of the human race<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I cannot see his eyes His soul though is not resident Smothered in the rich red blood And the enjoyment and content The meanness of the murdering phase Will be with me now all my days An inflexibility Brute force … Continue reading