Ten thousand miles of miracle migration
From arctic floes to Bajas favored shore,
The whales must pass the guns of Makahs Nation,
Off Flatterys windswept, rocky cliffs of gore.
In the winds that whip the waves youll hear the moaning
Of the calves who mourn their mothers as they bleed.
While the fearless Makah warriors are intoning
As they mock the Elders wailing gainst their greed.
Weep for mighty whales in grand procession,
Weep for ancient cultures that aspire
To kill defenceless creatures with obsession,
And with eager whaling-nation groups conspire.
Listen to the heartbeat of the water,
The pulse of whales a hundred thousand strong,
Safe for years along our coast from slaughter,
Until the Siren-lust for whale-blood sang its song..
Halt the wanton killing of cetaceans.
For once begun, breeds license to prevail.
Let protest rise from peoples of all nations,
And leave in peace, mans wondrous friend, the whale.