Whales: An Innocent Death
Chelsie Woodhead
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?
Chelsie Woodhead
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?