POETRY~ Whales: An Innocent Death As the gentle giants swim through the sea, Not expecting a thing, A sharp metal object is heading their way, And they feel a sharp sting. They don't know what happened, But they feel a lot of pain, The innocent creatures , Are pulled up by a chain . Now they've figured it out, They know what's going on, A whaling harpoon has hit them, A massive violent gun. As they're pulled up to the whaling ship, Their condition deteriorates , They get weaker and weaker, They're in a terrible state. The last thing they see, Just before they die, Is the satisfied look , In the fisherman's eye. I hope this proves, How cruel whaling is, Well how would you like it, If you were treated like this?
