For survival in war
human vivisection
eventually comes back,
but as if it knows
that survival in times of biodiversity-lack
lies in whales,
science sanctions their dissection
and overcomes the love
by letting a country that ate them
say they eat them still,
though it's clear what they eat
is far less than their kill.
If our survival lies in what's in their gizzards,
what is happening to the meat?
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Whales are indeed magnificent creatures and their slaughter should be ended. Shame on the human species