Three endangered fin whales
\nWere this morning gleefully
\nSwimming in their freedom
\nIn the cold Atlantic sea
\nA realness undeniably
\nAttested and so sure
\nEnduring all life threw at them
\nAnd a great deal more<\/p>\n
Each part of the angelic realm
\nUnlike Icelandic whalers
\nWho resort to slaughter in the water
\nThey are heads and tailers
\nAlien forces inebriated on the blood
\nLust trail
\nMurdering the endangered ones
\nBecause their own souls fail<\/p>\n
They contravene all decency
\nMillionaires may be
\nBut not a ha’peth of sense at all
\nThey search the blue tranquility
\nFor fodder for Japan
\nAnd they murder the created ones
\nWhat a low life dirty plan<\/p>\n
Cetaceans have a timelessness
\nAnd their spirits overflow
\nSuch crushing destructiveness
\nAn incendiary from below
\nThe sabotage of heartforms
\nThe demolisher of sin
\nExporting the apocalypse
\nUpon the exalted fin<\/p>\n
Now lifeless being dragged along
\nFor all of life to see
\nTo witness what the Icelandic
\nState of torpidity
\nLanguid from the neck up
\nOf murderous intent
\nMy vehemence and fury
\nAt the great price they have spent<\/p>\n
HVALUR What great shits you are
\nEach outburst burns a hole
\nThrough the endangered blubber
\nInto the creatures soul
\nYour rotten strong-arm tactics
\nYour full ferocity
\nThe chasm of each spasm
\nDragged screaming from the sea<\/p>\n
Your butchers will be at it soon
\nThe stench be everywhere
\nIts not the whales intestines
\nIts your aura of despair
\nSo many weeping for these three
\nIs like thunder in the night
\nThat rumbles through the ocean
\nWith all of icelands blight<\/p>\n
The tourists who would visit you
\nNeed to know the score
\nNeed to realise your worth
\nAnd the rotten war
\nYou are having with endangered whales
\nOut there in the blue
\nAnd butchering and profiteering
\nWith little else to do<\/p>\n
Three beautiful whales harpooned to death in the atlantic
\nTo be butchered and shipped of to hard hearted japan
\nWhise people are wakingnup to their government and the icelandic governments insanity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Three endangered fin whales Were this morning gleefully Swimming in their freedom In the cold Atlantic sea A realness undeniably Attested and so sure Enduring all life threw at them And a great deal more Each part of the angelic … Continue reading