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? This poem is re ally ama zing.Reading the poem created a lump in my heart.Whales should be prote cted and the evil people who carry on the sick pra ctice of whaling sh ould be br ought to just ice. By, Dharshini.