red

The sea is running red,
My heart is pumping blood,
For the creatures left on the sandy shores,
Bodies split wider than garage doors,
What kind of people are we?.
Who think we own the sea,
attacking creatures from beneath the waves,
they can't hide,
we track them with our sonic rays,
they can not escape the exploding gun,
They can't hide, They can't run.
The sea is running red,
Blood is swirling in my head,
as I look upon the Scean,
Creatures bleeding on the beach,
What right have we to take them home for tea,
are we blind, Can't we see,
that they have rights,
to live in harmony,
left alone in peace,
in their sea.
You might disagree,
But the picture’s infront of me.
and the sea is running red,
with whales blood.
Soon they will be none,
All dead.

What right have we?
What right have we?
To take them home for tea,
invade their ocean world,
shoot them with our guns,
It isn’t really fun,
They can not hide and have nowhere to run.