I am the Whale,
Wanderer of oceans,
Guardian of the seas,
And although you do hunt me,
I have not come to fight.
Oh the seas they were turbid,
With harpoon and gun!
All the shouts and the thrashing,
But where once we were many,
Now we were gone.
The oceans are quiet now,
A dark silent grave.
When you looked into my eyes
Did you really just see,
A whaler's commodity?
Do not fear the wandering Whale,
But the avaricious Hunter in its stead.
Wanderer of oceans,
Guardian of the seas,
And although you do hunt me,
I have not come to fight.
Oh the seas they were turbid,
With harpoon and gun!
All the shouts and the thrashing,
But where once we were many,
Now we were gone.
The oceans are quiet now,
A dark silent grave.
When you looked into my eyes
Did you really just see,
A whaler's commodity?
Do not fear the wandering Whale,
But the avaricious Hunter in its stead.
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Author:
J F Nock (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 15th, 2016 04:54
- Category: Sad
- Views: 41
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Comments2
Great write
I can't fathom why in today's world anyone would kill a whale. Nicely done.
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