Slaughter At Sea
By Lance Landall

There’s little we can do, for we’re defenseless against man — his weaponry,
Thus he savagely plunders our pods, tears us apart from our family.
The depths that we roam become bloodied, haunted, echoing with our cries,
The threat of extermination looming closer as senseless man such justifies.

We’re dragged aboard their killing machines that wait like a vulture on the sea,
Yes, hellish factory ships that hunt us down and then slay us ruthlessly.
Though we’ve a right to life and freedom, and to roam ’neath the oceans they ply,
They refuse to show us mercy, and become our enemy, not an ally.

Help! Save the whales!