The Ocean was vibrant with innocent souls
\nAll swimming merrily
\nEach in their roles
\nMothers with babies fathers with sons
\nUncles and Aunties
\nAnd grand parents
\nWho heard the guns
\nthe cacophony the melee
\nThe chaos the scream
\nAs boats began circling
\nTeam after team<\/p>\n
It was the grind stop
\nFaroes on fire
\nDriven like sardines
\nInto what was dire
\ntrap of inclusion
\nThe whole family tree
\nExcited and frightened and
\nStressed tragically<\/p>\n
Into the water the Faroese came
\nStill in their clothes
\nThey just have no shame
\nWeapons a flashing knives on Them they
\nCut them to pieces
\nWe watched them slay<\/p>\n
One after another
\nTears everywhere
\nThe scourge and the fear mongers
\nAnd the despair
\nOpportunism incincerity
\nBlood guts and sinew
\nAnd venality<\/p>\n
Slashing and crashing
\nLoyalty they
\nWill never leave family
\nWill not swim away
\nCarnage the sea turning crimson
\nThe cries
\nThe babies so frightened
\nUnder the skies<\/p>\n
They were all happy families
\nTop down they had joy
\nThen the hunters were on them
\nAnd they did employ
\nSavagery, villainy distractions galore
\nAll of these angels engrossed in a war
\nThe recriminations were felt everywhere
\nBlood sweat and tears
\nAnd a choking no care
\nFor drowning wee babies trying to fly
\nWanting a cuddle from mother
\nAnd why
\nWere the brutes slashing wildly blood everywhere
\nStaining their bodies no one aware
\nOf the thrill of life they had they wanted
\nTo be killed dead
\nTorn out of the water losing their head<\/p>\n
Great crimson froth balls floated away
\nThe clamour of dying
\nThe slashing delay
\nSuch a lambasting
\nTheir innocence cost
\nHisses and hoots taunting and jeer
\nCrush and contempt for every soul here
\nThe great unworthy
\nThe petty the mean
\nDestroying a family tree
\nThat once had been<\/p>\n
Wonderfully perfect
\nSchooling the souls
\nLoving each other
\nUntil the vile trolls
\nEntered the water
\nPrivileged they
\nScuttled our being
\nAnd sent us away<\/p>\n
They showed us no duty
\nNo Bowden desire
\nWhat ought to be done
\nJust masses of ire
\nUnseemly unjustified
\nImposters they
\nCame with their smiles
\nAnd just blew us away<\/p>\n
So much amiss
\nSomething rotten here
\nIn the sparkling waters
\nExceptionally clear
\nCollective wrongheadedness
\nImmoral as hell
\nSo much injustice
\nYou can hear tell
\nOne after another
\nThe death bell did sound
\nUnwarranted torture
\nFlying around<\/p>\n
250 pilot whales gone
\n35 white sided dolphins upon
\nAnd the avengers in sight
\nWith their knives out and ready
\nTo admonish our light
\nIt was so unfitting
\nAn unpardonable too
\nWhen you don\u2019t play the game
\nPersecuting us too
\nJust how sadistic your rogue element were
\nA bunch of assassins
\nWas what did occur<\/p>\n
The Faroes the cliff tops
\nThe seabirds around
\nMy godmother perished
\nShe had been crowned
\nQueen of us all
\nAnd she died trying to save
\nOne of the babies
\nStolen by a knave
\nWho took her to shore
\nAnd stuck his knife in an eye
\nAnd it gushed blood and snot
\nAnd before we did die
\nWe cried to the heavens Why are faroese
\nso bloody wicked
\nNot hearing our plea\u2019s<\/p>\n
Callous barbarity
\nRuffians who
\nUse their outrageousness
\nBaleful and blue
\nForbidding and ugly
\nYes every one
\nSnarling and snapping
\nHere under the sun<\/p>\n
Dragged up on the quayside
\nBlood everywhere
\nBy now we were all dead
\nNo need for air
\nPlenty of anger and antipathy
\nThese men are detestable
\nAnd abhorrently
\nThrew us about fir the sea gulls to eat
\nTorn into pieces our dead bits of meat<\/p>\n
Under a grey sky
\nAn audacious breeze
\nInsulted our aura
\nSome men on their knees
\nSlicing off blubber
\nAs brazen as they
\nIndolent butchers
\nAll cutting away<\/p>\n
The whole village sharing
\nThe triumph of course
\nA day to remember
\nThe ego\u2019s in force
\nAll self important
\nNarcissistic too
\nSwank strut and shooff
\nAt what you did do<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The Ocean was vibrant with innocent souls All swimming merrily Each in their roles Mothers with babies fathers with sons Uncles and Aunties And grand parents Who heard the guns the cacophony the melee The chaos the scream As boats … Continue reading