Alaskan Verses - Sonnet # 9

For centuries, we've killed whales
What a killing, what a suffering
It was a bad dream, that is my felling
That man hunted them, but your grandson loves the whales

The meat, we used to eat
The oil, we used to turn on the lights and to build the our house
The whaling was like to hunt mouse
to stop whaling is to meet them close to our feet

Be in Alaska and in the world
They were born to be wild
The sea is a teasure and the whales are like gold

Just ourselves can save them
Because the whale is innocent child
They might be holly and this chain may not be broken