The seas of home
Once teemed with life
But now I drift for miles alone.
I sing but there is no reply-
Have the human’s killed us all?
Am I the last beyond recall?
No, I hear the answering call
Echoing out from miles away
A friendly voice above the storm
From without the depths
The answering songs
are fainter now than ere before.
We live amidst man’s detritus
The heavy metals poison all
Thus our proud line falls.
The whale song is sad and melancholy, like the lives of their singers sometimes.
just saw that (metals in whales) in the news...and what is this I read about how we are going to start harvesting krill off Antarctica? It's not like whales need to eat, right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
John keep it up i like this poem