THE WHALE

A whale swims through a surging sea,
His soul's unfettered, his spirits's free.
There are no foes for him to face
None that is save the human race.

A whaler ploughs the plunging main,
Its fuelled by greed, propelled by gain.
It seeks a whale for its next kill,
In a "civilised" world its savagery still.

On and on the whale swims,
Ruled by naught but nature's whims.
Safe in might he knows no fear,
Yet even now his death draws near.

The whaler spots the whale at last,
A harpoonist makes his deadly cast.
The bolt flies swiftly to its mark,
With sudden blood the waves foam dark.

Through whale flesh the harpoon scythes,
In mortal pain the whale writhes.
He won't escape, he can't break free,
His life drains out and stains the sea.

The whaler sets its course for home,
It's bow cuts through the bloodied foam.
Cold and soulless back to port,
Its gory wares to market brought.

There's one less whale swims the sea
From this world he's been set free.
There were no foes for him to face
None that is save the human race.

COPYRIGHT D M PAMMENT 2009