on july sixteenth of seventy-nine
on a cloudless day
the seven-hundred and eighty-nine
ton Sea Shepherd

RAMMED
the damned whaler
and nailed the daughter of slaughter
they RAMMED the Sierra,
the whaler, no more horror

on july sixteenth of seventy-nine
Seven-hundred and eighty-nine tons 
of  Sea Shepherd RAMMED
the damned Whaler- Sierra - song stealer
death dealer, dead

they got her,
they shot her
no more whale blood on deck 
she was wrecked

Eco-Warrior heard
the sea winds swirled
Sea song sent word.
The whaler sounded, bounded,
beneath the waves

It saves whale graves
no teeth, no grief
whale relief
of thee wee sing

the captain
that rammed the Sierra 
Song Stealer
Heard from young
the bird song The Trees
the thriving throne of live

he grieves with disbelief 
that extinction reaches 
past the words of hunter's aim past 
the game to the very plan of man

Can't stand innocent blood
when upon fur seal
the hunter wields the club
he stood
to stop the blood

the stain of red life
on white snow
you know where
they sent him there
to wait and think in jail
that's where

One less ecology nut
shut out
shut up
shut in
the win, sea skin

twenty-five thousand bounty
on whalers scalps
even insurance lacks endurance

he rides the sea
hunting hunters, prey
stealing the wielding knives
of whaleboats lives

the price well paid to still the hunt
of sea singers played
diving, thriving

whalemen beware, en guard
life prevails, jails hold not thoughts
more abhor the chaotic lives
pf political chemical dust
they spy the bust of blind trust

on  sixteen july
i know why
i know why
on  sixteen july