WHALES
Leviathan of ocean deep;
Cries beyond slumbers sleep;
Tears shed in waters sweep;
Liquid lost forever weep.
Ancient servant of the sea;
Toil-less, in mastery;
Darkness draws before thee;
To the minions it shall be.
Beneath the birds of the air;
Whose soaring wings they dare;
Reach upon a heavenly stair;
Plough furrows in
As voices call to ones of love;
Freedom lies in those above.
Lift to the sky echoes enough;
A beacon's silence, dangerous.
What vessel plunders family?
Rape and pillager of sea;
Harpoons cut slow their solo death;
To take away a parent's breath.
No current safe, no bay secure;
Profit's bloody harpooned lure;
Dragged life's blood tainted impure;
Worthless, demeaning, cause unsure.
Who rips the guts from the Earth?
What motive drives to steal birth?
In creature simple, beneath surf;
No cause for life or need of verve.
Who would take toil with innocence?
Eliminate a presence;
Faceless, valueless essence!
Wiped out, away, least substance.
Plunderers of life! You steal!
Carving through fields with zeal;
Laying waste beneath your keel;
Upon bare sea backs cut deep weals.
Humanity of little worth!
Deprived, inflictor cursed!
Depraved tyrant ego burst!
Aggressor pervert helpless corse!
1993 © Will George.
Will George Poet
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