• Out on the boat these men are bent on the kill;
    They plunge their mighty harpoons into the hard skin,
    And the whale has no choice but to be hauled in.
    After the struggle he lies deadly still.
    The pod watches on, their eyes glazed by tears.
    They try to hide themselves from the men,
    But the men find them and kill once again.
    The men do not care, they return to the piers.
    They haul out their kill, two whales, huge in size,
    Protests ring out and the pod watches from the bay.
    Why do the men kill them, leave families in disarray?
    The whales do not understand, though they are wise.

    A calf’s cry for its mother rings out, her mother dead,
    But not a single tear for its sorrow is shed.