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 really amazing.Reading the poem created a lump in my heart.Whales should be protected and the evil people who carry on the sick practice of whaling should be brought to justice.
By, Dharshini.
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